lucks

hey, so it's my birfday. and for my birfday I got a guitar. and a pony. no, no pony...

but I got a hangover. mountain size kokanees were my friends last night, but today they don't like me. so I had cheescake. it helped.

my wonderful friends are throwing a surprise party for me at the local rollercade, complete with 70's disco outfits. <pictures to...
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I love it when people display their extreme intelligence by using words like 'irregardless'. I can't even convey how much it annoys me. or 'pre-anticipate'. stupid people offend me.

or the fuckin' woman that came into the coffee shop today and ordered iced tea. I point at the cooler, and she says, 'no no, like starbucks makes.' wordlessly, I point across the street at the...
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so it snowed again today. or tried to, after almost convincing me that it was going to be nice here on the icy tundra I call home.. as my luck goes, it was almost blizzarding when I got off work. WHICH I went to on three hours of sleep (woe is me).

watched Man on Fire last night.. quality hollywood production.. I was impressed. and...
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sick to death of writing about foot binding in neo-confucian China...

I had the greatest sleep of my life last night. all 11 and a half hours of it.

stupid me, out rippin it up til fucking 6:30 in the morning on Sunday. I miraculously managed to not acknowledge that I had to go to work for 8am allllll night, so upon my arrival home,...
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and then I woke up. and there was an empty bottle of wine beside me. and I was somehow coaxed into sleep by Dire Straits...

the surrealism of feeling that you know someone, without actually having the slightest clue.. it's exciting and strange. It's odd, familiarity without reinforcement.. so natural, like I've been there my entire life, or at the very least I should've been... sentiments of hope are comforting, comradery in the slightest of forms.. it nurtures me into the soundest of sleeps...............