Don't Come Crying to Me

okay so a couple of things.

first i ignore rules of grammar, spelling, capitalization and punctuation, usually, so don't waste your precious time by pointing these things out. "Why yes, I do realize that blogger has a spell check. I didn't use it because it's friggin boring."

second i do try not to get serious or babble on about deep issues, though occasionally i will.

third if you can pick out the theme to all of my post titles you will maybe get a cookie or a nonsarcastic "way to go skippy" at the very least.

lastly, thanks for coming, who are you and why are you reading this? you must be bored.



Tuesday, May 26, 2009

i wrote your name on the back of my hand, slept upon it then i woke up with it backwards on my face

i am nearly 32 i am too old for "lost weekends" but god i had one. it was partly seeing my fellow psychotibrats and partly having been to my dad's before hand and drinking all day there. many patron shots, a shot of penderyn, two large ketel one's and tonic (with >< much tonic) and a golden monkey saturday night put me on my ass for most of sunday then i had to drag it to the house party thing and work all day. but i met some cool people saw one of my old KoP mall rat friends and got to drink labatts all day long on sunday, oh and make 75 bucks and flirt with a guy who looked like my simon. yesterday i was paying for it i don't think i got up off the couch for the better part of the day and i finally ate about 3pm. my hands are still shaking like i have the DTs yikes.

moral of the story i need to remember next time i'm drinking with dust and moose and matt, i'm not 21 still

that is all
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