"Bathory's Sainthood"

well hello, fuckers. i guess its time for my weekend update. friday was typical, got drunk at this place, then got drunk at this place, blah blah. saturday was a little more special, went out with friends that i dont normally hang out with all together. it was good to chill with good friends and have a good time. but thats not the special part. i estimate that i had around 15 beers, 3 stoli tonics, a shot of patron silver, and maybe more. then naturally we decided the best thing to do would be to go to pinks. anyone thats been to pinks knows they make a really good dog, but weve gotten into this vicious cycle of having to outdo ourselves everytime we go. So its gotten to the point where my order ended up being something like this:

triple cheeseburger, with two spicy polish dogs on it, with chili, nacho cheese, grilled onions, lettuce, tomato, pastrami, bacon, guacomole, and to top it off...grill scrapings. yep, thats right. we have them take a spatula and get the grill scrapings out of the grease well and throw em on the burger.

now that was pretty special on its own, but what made it even more special was puking at 7 am the next morning. and the topper is the fact that whenever i puke, i strain so hard that i pop the majority of blood vessels in my face. so i look like i have some sort of burn/skin disorder all around my eyes and forehead. fucking great. its always awesome when i come into work after puking and everyone knows. the lakers suck which added to an already spectacular sunday and my ncaa brackets are falling apart. other than that life is fucking grand. i smoked three and a half packs of cigarettes sat. night, awesome. at least im getting my psp in four days, that should make life a little more pleasant. so everything was going good with cunt-face, shes been paying me steadily and is almost square on the 4 months of rent she owed me, and then a couple days ago she tells me shes going to vegas for the weekend. it took pretty much all of my energy to not rip her eye out and skull fuck her. this bitch is going to owe me $1100 as of april 1st and shes going to vegas? i seriously hate her almost as much as the fat guy at work. i try to be a positive person most of the time (this post is a bad example of that), but i pretty much wish death upon fat guy and cunt face everyday. so i guess to sum up my weekend, i feel like shit, i cant breathe, my heads been killing me for three days, i cant sleep, and im almost out of pills. the only good thing to come out of this weekend is that i wont be drinking for a while. sorry about the length of these last few posts, theyve gotten a little ridiculous. and basically theres nothing redeeming about them, except maybe to make you feel better about how your life is going.

before i bid you farewell, i want everyone who takes the time to read my posts or communicate with me to know that i really appreciate it. violently is the first person ive ever met in person from the inter-web, and i hope i have a chance to meet more of you. i may have asked this already, but are any of you going to coachella?

peace out and stay sucka free,
Adam