I both hate you and respect you. The Lemonade tastes like piss. Fruit Punch is OK, as is Watermelon. And the Loko UVA will put hair on your chest and balls and other areas that make men men.
The feeling is mutual. I'm proud and ashamed. I fully expect everything this weekend to be in slow-mo, Matrix like. Then I'm sure I'll puke and spend an entire day loathing myself.
You guys, it's only two days until I start spamming the sweetest awful Christmas song ever. Rejoice in anticipation.
I've been on Lowes shitty site just to see what they have for cheap. Got 3 lighted screwdrivers for $5 with $10 off coupon. Only took 3 hours. Thankfully, I'm at work. Gobble Gobble TiB
Im not sure if I even am going out tonight for Thanksgiving. My brother had looked into an American Bar that has a Thanksgiving Feast every year but I think seats are sold out. Not sure if he got them in time. Ow well. Since my dad died and extended family all moved out of town/died we have had fewer and fewer Thanksgiving day meals. For the past two or three years my mom has just made a turkey and a few various sides the week after so that she can bring it all in left over bags to my apartment. A week of thanks giving left overs is awesome....
It may not be as cool as getting wasted but I did just bang out a 17 page paper tonight which makes me feel pretty good. Time for fucking bed. I might sleep through Thanksgiving tomorrow.
Ha, I did a grip of leg exercises yesterday and can hardly walk, which is unfortunate considering I have a grip of cooking to do. (that was for you, JGold) I don't know where I got that from... On teh Four Loko shit, it is vile. If I want to get drunk I drink real alcohol. I'm off to run this lactic acid outta my legs now....
Unless it's "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas", I'm not interested. Best. Song. Ever. It's only 9:20 and ... turkey - in the oven German chocolate pies - done green beans - done potato salad - done Mac & cheese - ready to go in after the bird corn casserole - done sour cream pound cake - done deviled eggs - done Still have the mashed potatoes, dressing (not stuffing you crazy people) and gravy to do but I think I'll take a break and have a drink. I never heard of a grip of anything until yall brought it up but I'm with you on the hardly being able to walk. Gym was brutal yesterday.
The bar I was at last night, over the course of the night, turned into a veritable high school reunion. Having not seen these people in four years, it was quite the surreal experience trying to guess who would walk in next.
Not to sound like the Grinch but am I the only person who doesn't look forward to it anymore? Christmas isn't Christmas anymore; holiday music and Christmas trees in the middle of November, retarded sales to get people to buy shit at LOW LOW DISCOUNT PRICES a month before, Santa Clause in the malls two months before? Fuck off. I miss the days when Santa Clause was a special event because he was only in the malls (or wherever) for only two weeks. It's smothering the kid inside me. On a better note: Dodgeball tournament this weekend, followed by a ridiculous after-party at my place and my actual birthday party with all the rest of my friends.
Well, I started making my cornbread so it'd be cool enough to tear apart to put into my homemade sage stuffing, so I started drinking. If I am in the kitchen, I'm high and drinking. hmm... Christmas sucks reindeer cock, grips of it. This year I have let everyone know that the pleasure of my company is plenty. My kids will get a reasonable amount of loot, of course.
Been on the beach since 8:00 this morning. What a wonderful way to spend Thanksgiving, especially since its 39F back home. We'll do the whole turkey dinner thing at home next weekend, but tonight, I'm getting me a 2 lb. burrito. Who gets constipated in Mexico? Me, that's who.
I'm now officially fucking miserable. I'm at my grandparents house, my white trash aunt & uncle with their special ed kids plus my cousins mouthbreathing boyfriend just got here. There is no alcohol in this house and I didn't bring any... have a feeling I'll piss someone off before too long.
Come on, be more resourceful than that. Any diphenhydramine or dextromethorphan in the medicine cabinet? Other things you might find in the cabinet to calm you down: dimenhydrinate, any opiates, drugs ending in -azepam and -barbitol. Not that I recommend doing this, of course. Just some innocent information kicking around.
Beer and football! Should make these insane relatives far easier to handle so long as the Cowboys don't win.
My girlfriend dragged me along to the plaza lighting ceremony in Kansas City. Apparently I'm sitting outside for another half hour so we can watch a couple of Chiefs running backs flip a switch and turn on a shitload of lights. I'm in front of the main stage and just witnessed a group rendition of a Christina Aguilera song. Fuck sakes I could use a beer. And some more turkey. Happy Thanksgiving y'alls.