"If I ever fall in love again, I'll be sure the lady is a friend..."
Remember that song? From Shai? I just bought it today on iTunes. I haven't heard it in years and it used to be my favorite song. It cracks me up to picture myself in high school listening to it. It's an awesome song.
So is this live recording of Pearl Jam playing "Black" which I'm hearing at the moment. Total greatness.
Gots a long day of drinking ahead of me. It's going to be rum and juices and PDash's sister. It was her idea, I swear. Then I've got an invite to chief it up with some fine purple shit. I'm just wu wei'ing it, dude. Just slinging plates of food and fine libations half the time and spending the rest of my waking hours just watching shit come my way. I'm like a magnet for all sorts of madness and I kinda enjoy it.
I actually thanked God today for all the blessings He showers on me. I feel so lucky.
A couple guys showed up randomly today. (I think it's because I live on the beach and the area's two coolest bars are barely a mile up the road and there's a SICK beach out front. I've never had so many guests.) They distracted me from my quest to post a blog and shower. Those two things can take me hours. I'm supposed to be hosing myself off and getting ready for a day of drinking rum and drinking in the sun...but I'm kinda lazy.
OK, really lazy...what can I say? I've been diagnosed with clinical laziness but there are no meds for it.
But I'll bust my ass if I need to, like when I'm at work or during sex.
I drank too much in Pensacola Beach last night. It was my first night of hanging out with my new peeps at Pegleg's. Twas a good time. It's why I do what I do. No better scene than bar/restaurant people. It's our job to have a good time and make sure everyone else is to. We're also all a mess. Not a single one of us is sane...except me, of course. I'm the sane one.
I still have wing sauce crusted on my fingernails from last night at Sideline's. I'm such a slob. I came home at 11 and passed out. What a trooper I am.
Peace,
msi.
Remember that song? From Shai? I just bought it today on iTunes. I haven't heard it in years and it used to be my favorite song. It cracks me up to picture myself in high school listening to it. It's an awesome song.
So is this live recording of Pearl Jam playing "Black" which I'm hearing at the moment. Total greatness.
Gots a long day of drinking ahead of me. It's going to be rum and juices and PDash's sister. It was her idea, I swear. Then I've got an invite to chief it up with some fine purple shit. I'm just wu wei'ing it, dude. Just slinging plates of food and fine libations half the time and spending the rest of my waking hours just watching shit come my way. I'm like a magnet for all sorts of madness and I kinda enjoy it.
I actually thanked God today for all the blessings He showers on me. I feel so lucky.
A couple guys showed up randomly today. (I think it's because I live on the beach and the area's two coolest bars are barely a mile up the road and there's a SICK beach out front. I've never had so many guests.) They distracted me from my quest to post a blog and shower. Those two things can take me hours. I'm supposed to be hosing myself off and getting ready for a day of drinking rum and drinking in the sun...but I'm kinda lazy.
OK, really lazy...what can I say? I've been diagnosed with clinical laziness but there are no meds for it.
But I'll bust my ass if I need to, like when I'm at work or during sex.
I drank too much in Pensacola Beach last night. It was my first night of hanging out with my new peeps at Pegleg's. Twas a good time. It's why I do what I do. No better scene than bar/restaurant people. It's our job to have a good time and make sure everyone else is to. We're also all a mess. Not a single one of us is sane...except me, of course. I'm the sane one.
I still have wing sauce crusted on my fingernails from last night at Sideline's. I'm such a slob. I came home at 11 and passed out. What a trooper I am.
Peace,
msi.