My best friend's coming to town.
HOLY SHIT! I FORGOT SKINNY PUPPY'S COMING TO TOWN!!!
Sorry.
Like I was saying, my best friend is coming to town Thursday "sometime", which is Jamespeak for "well past midnight". Everytime he comes to town it's hella fun, especially since he joined the Air Force. He's a bomb tech and on the SWAT team and all this other insane shit, so the people he knows on this base, literally, risk their lives every time they report for duty. so when they're off base, they party like crazy. it's insane. lots of sex, more alcohol then two liquor stores, and plenty of petty arrests. in other words, good times.
My rental car rocks. I want to keep it, except it needs a lot of minor mechanical work. Simple stuff. Plus I question the quality of the work that's been done on it. I was literally ten miles from the office when the front left tire exploded. Now, why the FUCK is it that when you're changing a tire in a parking lot, some ass hole has to walk by and say, "Looks like you got a flat tire there" as if he was telling me something I didn't fucking know. So I said something rather inappropriate that would have ended in a fight if i hadn't been holding a tire iron. I hadn't realized I was holding it when I said it, or I would have put it down cause I really felt like fighting.
Still, the car rocks. I want to keep it.
Kick ass, so this weekend - wild Air Force parties at my house with bomb experts! (ehehehehe, stuff's gonna go "boom" in the night). Next week, Skinny Puppy and then Seattle for all of sixty-something hours. God, Monday I'm going to be so hung over....
HOLY SHIT! I FORGOT SKINNY PUPPY'S COMING TO TOWN!!!
Sorry.
Like I was saying, my best friend is coming to town Thursday "sometime", which is Jamespeak for "well past midnight". Everytime he comes to town it's hella fun, especially since he joined the Air Force. He's a bomb tech and on the SWAT team and all this other insane shit, so the people he knows on this base, literally, risk their lives every time they report for duty. so when they're off base, they party like crazy. it's insane. lots of sex, more alcohol then two liquor stores, and plenty of petty arrests. in other words, good times.
My rental car rocks. I want to keep it, except it needs a lot of minor mechanical work. Simple stuff. Plus I question the quality of the work that's been done on it. I was literally ten miles from the office when the front left tire exploded. Now, why the FUCK is it that when you're changing a tire in a parking lot, some ass hole has to walk by and say, "Looks like you got a flat tire there" as if he was telling me something I didn't fucking know. So I said something rather inappropriate that would have ended in a fight if i hadn't been holding a tire iron. I hadn't realized I was holding it when I said it, or I would have put it down cause I really felt like fighting.
Still, the car rocks. I want to keep it.
Kick ass, so this weekend - wild Air Force parties at my house with bomb experts! (ehehehehe, stuff's gonna go "boom" in the night). Next week, Skinny Puppy and then Seattle for all of sixty-something hours. God, Monday I'm going to be so hung over....