INVENTORY - Sun. July 11th, Year of The Lords 16
Sleep?
4 AM to about 8:30 AM (bladder alarm clock).
Appetite?
Not really. But I got real thirlsty for cold beer at around 9 PM.
Last Evenings' Activities?
Drank wiith my friend, Jessie. Then, she and I picked up our other friend Eric (who had already finished off a bottle of red wine). We then all proceeded (via fuel efficient economy car) to a local bar. There we found: a special on Boddington's, karaoke, and a *shudder* bachelorette party (featuring 25 blonde dumbass college girls who are all dating members of the same frat at a local Uni). At one point, about 10 of the girls sang Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer'.' When they finished, I went up to them and complimented their excellent rendition of the song. Then, without missing a beat, I drunkenly added: "NO, not really - that was horrible. It was an atrocity." Their blank faces grew even more clueless - and started to respond as I stumbled away.
Any suicidal thoughts?
For a few minutes, during and after the girls were singing Bon Jovi. Wait, I think ithey were more like homicidal thoughts.
Medication issues?
I'm usually pretty down the day after I drink. But not today.
Plans for tonight?
I want to watch 'The 4400' on USA. Something about UFO abductees returning to Earth? or something like that.
Goals for tomorrow?
Try to work for an entire day without logging on to SG. Finish monuments mentioed in previous entries.
Still going to Death by Chocolate this Tuesday.
Chocolate, Vodka and a DJ. Oh yeah, stir the pot! oh yeah, reel the fish in.
Quote for the day:
It is only rarely that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.
(Alexandre Dumas)
Sleep?
4 AM to about 8:30 AM (bladder alarm clock).
Appetite?
Not really. But I got real thirlsty for cold beer at around 9 PM.
Last Evenings' Activities?
Drank wiith my friend, Jessie. Then, she and I picked up our other friend Eric (who had already finished off a bottle of red wine). We then all proceeded (via fuel efficient economy car) to a local bar. There we found: a special on Boddington's, karaoke, and a *shudder* bachelorette party (featuring 25 blonde dumbass college girls who are all dating members of the same frat at a local Uni). At one point, about 10 of the girls sang Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer'.' When they finished, I went up to them and complimented their excellent rendition of the song. Then, without missing a beat, I drunkenly added: "NO, not really - that was horrible. It was an atrocity." Their blank faces grew even more clueless - and started to respond as I stumbled away.
Any suicidal thoughts?
For a few minutes, during and after the girls were singing Bon Jovi. Wait, I think ithey were more like homicidal thoughts.
Medication issues?
I'm usually pretty down the day after I drink. But not today.
Plans for tonight?
I want to watch 'The 4400' on USA. Something about UFO abductees returning to Earth? or something like that.
Goals for tomorrow?
Try to work for an entire day without logging on to SG. Finish monuments mentioed in previous entries.
Still going to Death by Chocolate this Tuesday.
Chocolate, Vodka and a DJ. Oh yeah, stir the pot! oh yeah, reel the fish in.
Quote for the day:
It is only rarely that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.
(Alexandre Dumas)
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I think I may be becoming obsessed with her.
Do you think I can hypnotize her with my eyes too?
Word!