Seems that I have forgotten how to properly update.
Its been a long and pleasantly chaotic weekend. I had friday off after a long stretch of days and I spent a good portion of it writing a short story and sleeping. In the evening I was supposed to go to a housewarming party for a friend and I bought her this bad ass Salvadore Dali book, but then I could not find the house and I flipped out and came back home. Uncharacteristic mood, showing stress I am not used to. Once home I decided it was time for some jameson and some more writing.
But mr Redbeard had other plans that involved my phone and a few other friends and more drinking and City Club. It turned out to be a good idea. Once we very drunkenly arrived at city I spent the night socializing and dancing, and at one point got mauled by a drunk cute chick that left marks on my shoulder and chest and neck, which I will say I enjoyed, but mike and christina decided was not a good idea so she moved on to the next drunken asshole (who unlike me was probably not wearing a top hat) who did not have friends to protect him.
So then I have the luxury of working saturday. I managed to wake up about one (after getting in at four) and get to work by two, function without feeling any of my prior night's recklessness, and have the most boring day ever (later to be outdone by working sunday) and head for the midnight showing of a clockwork orange at the royal oak main art theatre. That was a good call. I love that movie, and it made me love my fellow man a little more to see it on a screen. I ventured out for a little after but it was too late for unplanned activity and it seemed all my friends were already dead for the night, so I headed home for sleep.
Working today was horrible, so I came home and did laundry and watched hellraiser 4 with robot lola. What am I still doing up? I do not know.
Its been a long and pleasantly chaotic weekend. I had friday off after a long stretch of days and I spent a good portion of it writing a short story and sleeping. In the evening I was supposed to go to a housewarming party for a friend and I bought her this bad ass Salvadore Dali book, but then I could not find the house and I flipped out and came back home. Uncharacteristic mood, showing stress I am not used to. Once home I decided it was time for some jameson and some more writing.
But mr Redbeard had other plans that involved my phone and a few other friends and more drinking and City Club. It turned out to be a good idea. Once we very drunkenly arrived at city I spent the night socializing and dancing, and at one point got mauled by a drunk cute chick that left marks on my shoulder and chest and neck, which I will say I enjoyed, but mike and christina decided was not a good idea so she moved on to the next drunken asshole (who unlike me was probably not wearing a top hat) who did not have friends to protect him.
So then I have the luxury of working saturday. I managed to wake up about one (after getting in at four) and get to work by two, function without feeling any of my prior night's recklessness, and have the most boring day ever (later to be outdone by working sunday) and head for the midnight showing of a clockwork orange at the royal oak main art theatre. That was a good call. I love that movie, and it made me love my fellow man a little more to see it on a screen. I ventured out for a little after but it was too late for unplanned activity and it seemed all my friends were already dead for the night, so I headed home for sleep.
Working today was horrible, so I came home and did laundry and watched hellraiser 4 with robot lola. What am I still doing up? I do not know.
poopy:
you're so lucky!!! 
oninotaki:
hmm I have never seen that movie....