Here I was thinking it was the under-educated masses filling his coffers. We are as a society are over. I say we default on Tuesday and get this show on the fucking road.
I'm a little drunk and I hear the ice cream truck, I'm half tempted to run out there and get something.
Finally done working at that place. Couldn't have happened soon enough. As I was leaving the parking lot, The Final Countdown came on. Quite appropriate.
I purchased a Droid X this week and I love it more than my family. I am really disappointed that more people with these crazy phones aren't absolutely amazed at what they are capable of. Finally I can stop living like a caveman and browse this forum from beside my grill in the back yard.
I've missed you fuckers! I have a glorious three day weekend that I actually started last night - I remember wanting to post on here but ended up passing out. I woke up this morning fully dressed (including shoes) and my bedroom light on. Today as I headed out of town and a car wrecked right in fucking front of me. The dude ran off the road, over corrected and ended up flipping and coming to rest on the top of the car. Two other men and I stopped - dude was perfectly fine (I thought for sure he had to be dead) but we had a hell of a time getting the door open far enough for him to get out. I met up with the new fuck buddy for a little lunchtime romp and then went shopping. Yay for those two.
As it turns out, hooking up with neighbors when drunk that you wouldn't normally hook up with makes for quite the awkward walk across the apartment courtyard.
I'm getting drunk on Yuengling tonight. Being from CT, this is not a regular thing. Gotta love going to VA Beach, knowing someone in the navy, and going to the coast guard exchange to buy cases of otherwise-inaccessible beer for $13.
In his defense, despite being as musically-talented as a jar of Skippy Super-Chunk peanut butter, it was a pretty good show.
Just got back from a day trip to NH. Guess what I got? GUESS DAMMIT! That's right, I went to the state-owned liquor store. I got two (two? two!) 1.75L bottles of Sailor Jerry. At $19.99 each! They are usually $34 here, so that's pretty damn awesome.
This afternoon, I signed back into Facebook for the first time in roughly four months. I give it three days before I'm disgusted again.
The trust people have in Facebook is astounding to me. Literally every piece of information, every photo you have on your page is up for sale to 3rd parties. I guess it doesn't weird the kids out but it may be that privacy is one of those things you grow to appreciate the older you get.
I'm locked in a battle of wits with a big ass yellow jacket who appears to be waiting in my kitchen light fixture for me to stop paying attention so he can fly out and kill me. I am going to rape his fucking soul with a rolled up magazine the minute he shows his face. Results are forthcoming.
I just got stood up. This is the first time this has happened to me. Ok, not so much stood up, but he failed to confirm plans that were set for 18 minutes for now. Dick. Where's my gin?