ooh, ouch, loud noises hurt, well, that's what i get for slammen them down all night. lush is not the right word, but its the first that comes to mind. i'm pretty sure that i made a total ass out of myself, not really like a sloppy drunk, but more just being a stupid one i think.
for example, at this particular pub that frequent there is one particularly beautiful bartender that i've had somewhat of a crush on for quite some time. and ofcourse i've been too pathetically insecure to act on these emotions. the fact that she has a cool "english" boyfriend doesn't make matters better. kidnapping is not the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind. (jk)
so anyway after the first couple pints when my IQ and stupidity levels begin to simutaneously and miraculously rise i begin conversing with my friend about how attractive the bartender is. with ofcourse her boyfriend right behind me. unconfortable isnt the right word, but its the first that comes to mind. now i don't remember exactly what i said, but i'm sure it involved a black leather studded dog leash and handcuffs. i don't have a black eye so i don't think he heard everything i said, but he got the drift. and if he wanted to punch me i would have let him because i deserved it. guys only 80 lbs soaken wet anyway, plus it would have impressed his girlfriend for em i guess. pathetic's isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.
so now i know she's going to find out so we'll see what happens, but honestly, in the whole grand scheme of things, i don't think i should really give a shit. so after slippen out of there i met my good buddy nutsack at a bar down the road. he's a good guy, former film student and we used to get drunk and collaborate on stories. see that's the cool thing about writing, when your life is boring you can make it more interesting by exagerating for the sake of entertainment.
ya know, i don't feel like writing anymore
for example, at this particular pub that frequent there is one particularly beautiful bartender that i've had somewhat of a crush on for quite some time. and ofcourse i've been too pathetically insecure to act on these emotions. the fact that she has a cool "english" boyfriend doesn't make matters better. kidnapping is not the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind. (jk)
so anyway after the first couple pints when my IQ and stupidity levels begin to simutaneously and miraculously rise i begin conversing with my friend about how attractive the bartender is. with ofcourse her boyfriend right behind me. unconfortable isnt the right word, but its the first that comes to mind. now i don't remember exactly what i said, but i'm sure it involved a black leather studded dog leash and handcuffs. i don't have a black eye so i don't think he heard everything i said, but he got the drift. and if he wanted to punch me i would have let him because i deserved it. guys only 80 lbs soaken wet anyway, plus it would have impressed his girlfriend for em i guess. pathetic's isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.
so now i know she's going to find out so we'll see what happens, but honestly, in the whole grand scheme of things, i don't think i should really give a shit. so after slippen out of there i met my good buddy nutsack at a bar down the road. he's a good guy, former film student and we used to get drunk and collaborate on stories. see that's the cool thing about writing, when your life is boring you can make it more interesting by exagerating for the sake of entertainment.
ya know, i don't feel like writing anymore
Anyways, about the Crystal Method show. Do you have your tickets? I have myselfanf twoothers going with me so it should be ..interesting.. in the least.
so anyways, when are the pics coming? I have a digi cam now, so I should take some