blunk drogging

2010-04-18T01:59:00.000-07:00

so what have i done?

on the walk home muy head was filled with poetry as it often is after this much spirits.
I thought about how you walked away. and i got sad. then i walked back in for mor bourbon.

I can't help but say things to these people right now in these times. teh promises were made. and her perfume, an d her perfume and her perfume. and all this bourbon swimming aoround in minde veins.

i'm captivated. and lonely. what am i doing to su? what am i doing to you? and me? i'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

can you ever forgive me?

What the Hell Am I Doing?

2010-02-24T23:42:00.001-08:00

I'm missing you a little. Who the hell am I kidding? I'm missing you a lot. I think about you toomuch.

And you, I really thought about fuckingyou tonight. And how great it would be. I can't get over that moment, when I thought about fucking you.

And you. You have never been so distant. But that's because I'm running way from you. And I'm sorry for that.

Can we all figure this out?

2010-02-06T02:37:00.000-08:00

another post. perhaps I'm becoming an alcoholic. moreso.

A girl is a precious thing. That's tough sometimes to remember and other times it is far too clear.

I'm an asshole.

I don't knwo what else to say.

2010-02-05T00:59:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting here with a salami sandwich. My girlfirend is in the next room and I think she's fallen out of love with me.

I'm not sure if I blamne her. I coudl fall out of love with me too.

I needa distarction. Hold on, please.

Have you any idea where I'm going? Cause I could use some direction.

I am a lost soul. It's hard tosrescue sould because they squirm more and they're difficult to hold on to.

I am probably upsettng. To a lot more people than me.

I should quit. All of it. Just up and quit. What a wake of disaster I might leave in my path.

I am the asshole.

I'm going to go brush my teeth. And slipped down to my sleeping clothes. Then?

Then, my firend. I will fall sleep lonely.

And hopefully not wake up hiung over.

La MArseillaise

2010-01-31T01:45:00.000-08:00

I saw the French flag pour through open windows tonihgt. Red and blue walls divided by white trim. I walked through the drizzle of this rain soaked city and love every minute of it. Even the minute where I stepped around puke. Ihave n't made teh trek through closing time in awhile. It wasn't quite there yet but it was close. People pouring out of bars and into cabs, stumbling pedestrians occupying entrie sidewalks and disobeying traffic signals.

I feel lost and right at home.

I wonder wher eyou are.

And if you're thinking of me too.

My life has been a tree. It began in the roots which weren't mine and the trunk was straight and narrow. Now we are dividing in to branches. And the paths are many. Too many to choose. And I dont know where all these things lead. And I'm trying not to use the delete key but it's hard. Forces of habit are hard.

What shall we do?

Shall we conitnue on?

No doubt we shall.

But I can't help getting misty about the whole thing and wishing the decisions weren't mine.

this hurts

2010-01-11T00:24:00.000-08:00

My feet hurt. I was on my feet all day and sick to my stomach and then came home and watcvhed a movie and watched some tv and drank. fuck. What the hell is my life comeing to?

I keep falling in love. Please someone stop me from falling in love.

fuck your wedding pt. 2

2009-04-23T23:57:00.000-07:00

NOt wasted wasted, stinking drunk. But intoxicated. That's fair I think.

I drank alone. In my lviing room. Not even my roommates ketp me company. Everyone I would have liked tospedn the evning with was indisposed, unavailable, out of town, or some combination thereof. Who says you don't need oxford commas?

My dad called me today. This is remarkable in and of itself. My dad has called me a hnadful of times since I left for college. BUt my sister called me first to warn me about my dad calling. Which has also happened only a few times.

My father is remarrying.

After being divorced for not quite a decade. And having a live-in girlfriend for most of that time.

This is upsetting. I think it seals the coffin on the family I once had. It is the final nail. Sunk hard on the lid. There was never any hope of resuceitation but it does hurt throw it in a hole and start pouring dirt on it.

I tihnk my father cheated on my mother. I have no proof. And this was never discussed but I remember a number of late evening phone calls where my sister and i were sushed away, my mother in tears, my father not around. And the arguments during that timeintensified.

MY father tried briefly to compare his girlfirend ot my mother. This was so outrageous I nearly snapped. It was one sentence in a 7 minute conversation but it was everything tome. The whole thing I felt wasabsurd. I suppose, I imagined my father might end up like his father. With a live-in girlfreind for the rest ofhis life. Times cahnge I guess. My father tried to re-assure me by promising my sister and i everything in his will. This was a nice gesture but not my primary concern.

So I will attend a wedding, against my better judgement, this winter.

For fuck's sake. Are you kidding me?

well for fuck's sake

2009-04-18T02:07:00.000-07:00

Is a great turn of phrase. It's a pity we don't use it more.

Had a show. Had drink. Then a few more.

I love these people. I really do. I don't know that I could ever leave them. That's just how I feel. I've planted too many roots not in this town but in these friends. These dear friends of mine.

Fuck I love you people. Imagine I had wrote a comma after the firs tword in that sentence.

I really do though. I really do.

Nothing Great Comes Over the Counter

2009-03-28T01:58:00.000-07:00

Tonight. Oh, tonight I starved. But were nowhere to be found. You were far away. Far away breaking my heart with your distance. I giant lever pushed only milmeters to crack me in two.

So I stared out the bar window. And I looked at girl passing by until she looked at me. She looked at me and giggled and thrilled then looked back but I had alredy looked away. I wondered if I had met her gaze again if she would have come in to meet me.

Then later I walked home. Through the busy areas. Looking for that again.

I cut through the park and one of a pair of girls approached me. We were all in the same state. Intoxicated. Walking. Getting on (as best we could, or know how). She stopped me, wlaked staraight up to me and said, "We need a hug?"

"All three of us?"

She looks back at her friend, "Yes."

We hug. We embrace for a moment and I suddenly have a feeling that our whole is greater than the sum of our parts. I feel like our humanity has comforted us more than anything else.

"Don't worry girls," I say, "Humanity is here." I give both of their backs a little rub, we thank one another, and carry on. As we all must do.

Two girls and a boy passed by after the park. The third wheel girl, obviously intoxicated, said loudly "I'm a professional penis inspector. But there's plenty of those [around here]." I wanted to say (I almost said it). "Curious, I have a penis. And I'm certain it needs inspecting." What would she have done?

I can only hope.

It is a struggle always. It will no doubt be one. We are lucky to have outlets.

The clock at the grocery is off by two hours. or two ours I almost wrote. This is disconcerting.

That ought to be remedied.

I could use a remedy.

What I require they do not seel over the counter.

What am I coming to? fucking prepositions.

2009-03-17T00:40:00.000-07:00

I am the most unemployed and I paid for the most drinks tonight.

That seams unfair somehow.

Oh well.

C'est la vie as the French are always saying.

I like to anticipate that these dfrinks are coming back to me. That one day they will figuratively and litaerlly pour in. (fucking sentences ending in prepopisitons.)

I'm in love. I'm in love a tousand times. No one can possibly underastand that I think. Or maybe I;'m just stupid and selfish and everyone knows what i mean. I'm just bulshitting to make believe I'm the only one.

My girlfirend loves sour cream. and i love er for it. I will tomorrowm make fo rher corn beef and cabbage. I ope it tuyrns out well. typing

is so hard these days.

Fuck te old masters. To glorify tem is masturbation. I canhardly keep my eyes open. Maybe I should rub one out and fall asleep. i think I may fall asleep firwst.

bleh.

What am I coming to? fucking prepositions.

I could use some elp-. If someonje has help. I'm not against it.

love ytou.

Another Chapter Closes

2009-02-13T06:03:00.000-08:00

Sober (Hung-Over) Note: This particular entry was made last night sometmie between 10:20 and 11:30 pm without internet service. It was commissioned for This Improvised Life an improvised satire of This American Life. It will be performed live at the Historic Univeristy Theater, 5510 University Way, Seattle, WA on Friday, February 13th, 2009 at 8:00 pm (produced by Wing-It Porductions).

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Oh dear. I was pleasant a few moments ago, I thinik I have crossed the line into intoxicated. Pull you over intoxicated. This does not bode well for the morning.

I wonder, do chapeters ever really close? They do, I mean, but chapters slose but others start. Crystalis, the excellent video game for the Nintendo Entgertainment System beigns with “The end is really just a beginning in disguise.” I think this is true. Even if it’s 8 bit.

My ghead feels funny.

I feel a bit floaty.

A director dear to my heart said once on our closing night "The thing about theatre is, it is finite. We know the end date from the beginning. We open, we close. This is the worst and the best part." I'm paraphrasing of course. I'm also drinking scotch. Not especailyl great scotch but scotch.

I wonder what people do when they're closing night, when tey're chapter closes what do people do. People who do not have something finite. Nothing is forever but no one expects to be fired. First it was an economic slump, than recession, now they're throwing out the word depression. I was luckily, I knew it was a recession beofre anyone was willing to say the word. And I got out of my shitty, tanking job and got another before everything started to affect my commission. More so. But now I have debt. Which sucks. Boo to debt.

David Letterman is on and I dont' care for him.

I would very much like to be an actor wo gets paid to tour talk shows and talk abotu my most recent projects. Maybe that thought is a bit lofty.

Sorrry I digress.

Chapters closing. It's so hard to consider them. No one wants to meet the end. We only think of the transition into the new. So let us not think of this as an end. Let us tink of it as a beginning in disguise. These stories we tell, these stories we experience, live on. Live on in memory and in hearts and in heads. when our stories close this evning, the lights will dim and you will exit the theater but you will take them with you. Please take them with you. Love them.; Cherish them. Excuse the rambling, and please accept my warm embrace. My thank you . My apprecaition. For the times we had but more importantly fo rthe times still to come.

See you then.

Freedom

2009-02-11T23:13:00.001-08:00

Sober (Hung-Over) Note: This entry was commissioned for This Improvised Life an improvised satire of This American Life. It will be performed live at the Historic Univeristy Theater, 5510 University Way, Seattle, WA on Thursday, February 12th, 2009 at 8:00 pm (produced by Wing-It Porductions).

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I am not free. I'm a trying to be. But I am not.

First of all locked in by too much beer. And that sucks. I mean I could talk about Bush or healt care or thhe arts or whatever but let s be fair. I lock myself up. Locked up by decorum and tact and desire. desire locks you up. In a different way. Tose wo embrace desire are not plagues by this but I am because when the perfecet moment comes I know, and I know just wat to say but I never say it. I am not plagued by parking lot wit. I haver it at my disposal my issue is saying it. One of tese days.

I'm broigt back to the red line.

That is unncessary.

I won't have it.

My life is shambles. It is constant shambles. The onl;y way to have freedom is to move. To new people to new places to where nobody bknows anything. I ddi it once. I did it a couple times. It's very hard. And lonely. Oh so lonely. And you never end up just like you were. Maybe tat's the blessing. Maybe that's the curse.

My back hurts. and my front is flabby. Dude tat sucks. What one really needs is comfortability. Of self. Of sitaution. of cocupation. of income. these are all so difficult, ow does one accomodate?

I don't know. I wish I did but I really don't.

there's a picture of me. a picture of me and my dad in disney land. And we're wearing Indaina Jones hats ( we each got one) standing in the line for some ride. And I think about that time. That moment. MY mom and dad divorced just one year later. what was my dad thinking of when e put is arm around me? Was he thinking of my family? Of my mom? Of our vacaation? Of his new girlfriend? Of ths vacations tey might take? We smile so hard in that picture. it looks honest. Father and son. at disneyland. my first time. my last time maybe. Behind us I tyink is robinson caruso. perhaps tat is freedom.

Maybe the only way to freedom is to cut ties with everything you lareday know.

I can't cut ties with my loves. My girl, my passions, improv, theatre, all the rest. It'ws too hard it hurts to mcuh. To bid adieu. But I am a rteck. tieds to too many things. I had freedom than I strived fo rtihgngs to tie me down. Now I am tied down. I look for freedom.

my head hurts I think. It may be owrse in the mornign.

The Webs We Weave

2009-01-23T09:28:00.000-08:00

Sober (Hung-Over) Note: This particular entry was made last night without internet service and commissioned for This Improvised Life an improvised satire of This American Life. It will be performed live at the Historic Univeristy Theater, 5510 University Way, Seattle, WA on Friday, January 23rd, 2009 at 8:00 pm (produced by Wing-It Porductions).

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Hello. Hallo. And suddenly without warning I’m inclined to apologise.

1) For being drunk.
2) For- my stomach is moving.
3) For I had to take the cap to the Scandisk out of mouth. (I need to remember and this is the only way I will carry I with me.)

I just deleted a spelling mistake. 2 actaully. Well really 3 but now they will be left in. (For the most part) What do you want from me?

So I’m quite certain I weave an aura of coolness which I am really not entitled to. I’m neither smart nor smooth. I’m nothing special in your face. Asking- beggin if I can hang out.

I would love love love to be part of whoyoou are. Whoever you are. But I have very little too offer. I though when I was young It would be garet to be a jcak of all trades. I realize now that a jack of all trade specializes in nothing. I thought if I could do everything a little bit, “how great would that be?” it turns out not so great at all. And now Iam mired in a educational pit. I wold love to study chemistry. Or trigonometry. Or geometry. Or there still geometers? Or trigonometeurs? I wonder if there are even still Geographers? Where do the hard sciences go before they meld into philosphpy? String theory (seems to me (on my most basic readings of the subject)) a wild phil\osphy of matter. I would love to help though. I feel I have quite an imagination (Although it is always stuck in anarchinsism and archaism). What will I do? Oh what will I do?

I have an offer. I have an offer and I hope it settles my April and may. God I would love it. I already knmow. IN these turbulent times my life remains mostly the same.

I need to go to bed. Because she’ lying there. And I love her. And she breaks my heart when she sleeps. Worse than Banjo and accordian in minor. She has power I cannot grasp. I love her though. And I will lay down next to her. I love you too though. And goodnight.

Turkey-Fucking-Day

2008-11-27T06:16:00.000-08:00

The infix. A superb grammatical tool that only one word in the English utilizes. An infix is a word thrown into the middle of another word which changes the meaning but only sligtly. The example above is fuckingl; actually fucking is the only owrd in the Engliah language you can use that ruloe.

Yesterday I drank from 3pm to 11pm. I'm not sure if I'm still buzzed or becoming hung over. Regardless I can't sleep. Haven't for the last hour or so. I'm so fucking stressed about the turkey. Wcich brings me back to infix. I think th eturkey is the infix of Thanksgicing. It has altered teh meaning so that it is impossible to serparte the two. The one gives the oterh meaning and vice versa. People call it Turkey dayt. That is for a reason, it is because of the prevalence of Turkey on the day. Hell, Turkeys have cahnged because they were bred for Thasnksgiving with less dark meat and bigger breasts. Thanksgiving turkeys I'm told can't stand upright b/c of that. Which is distrubing.

I need to go get fixin's out of my car. They've been there since last night be/cause there is no room at the inn of my refridgerator. And it's probably cold enougfhh outside. Ri-fucking-diculous. And I need to mop the kitchen floor. And pick up the house more. I will be throwing things haphhavardly into my room which is already disasterous. In-fucking-sane. I think I need an emergencee to re-fucking-hydratemyself.

Fucking Growing up

2008-11-25T22:27:00.000-08:00

I cannot even believe how fast I grew up. And I'm not talking about like Middle School and High School, about my first kiss and prom. I'm tlaking about honest to God real life stuff.

I'm 25 and I'm planning Thanksigivng. Trying to figure out how to prepare and serve a turkey. Just a few years ago this was already set in stone for me. I would come home, there would be turkey and gravy and mashed potatoes. There would be side dishes and salads and rolls and drinks. Now I'm heading the brigade of buffet. And I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I've reasearched how to brine a turkey and what not to do and how to paln for extra time but I know I'll fuck up somewere. I got drunk the nigfht before the nigt before tanksgiving. And I might get drunk tomrrowm. Then where will we be. According to my watch the turkey must be out of te birne by 7. Which may mean waking up at 6 to pull it out and wash it off. My fridge is too small. ttere/'s not enough coutner sapce. Will tere even be enoug food.

FUCK THIS H KEY. IT DOES NOT WORK UN LESS I SLAM IT DOWN. GODDAMMIT.

Sigh.

Last year my girlfriend had to make a decision: either fly home for Christmas or fly home for her best friend's wedding in June. She chose wedding. And spent Chrsitmas with my family. Slept in my old room witjh me. Th epoor thing had to decide, how to make a grown up financial decision.

I was in debt before I realized how hard it would be to get out. And I don't even have THAT much dbet.

Where has this gone. Wat a loss of inconcene.

And I have to be at work at 6 am.

Fuck me.

- Capricornus

A Rare Guest Post

2008-08-25T18:08:00.000-07:00

Brought to you by Blogging Barbie

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So@24: And are you winking and frowning at me??

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i menat ;)

sorry

i'm drinking wine

i cooked dinner

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I'll use this convo as a guest entry

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actualllly

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wait i need to think

side note. back again.

i WILL NOT PASS OUT HALFWAY THRU A SOTRY

BABS does not do thatedness

(as ref'd in one of your recent entries)

hah. f*ing amateurs.

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did i say that

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olympi-mexi-beer

2008-08-18T22:42:00.000-07:00

8/18/08 10:30 pm

So I didn't realize it was only 10:30 and I was drunk. Whatever. I drank like 8 Tecates with dinner. AND tomorrow I have teh day of f so fuck you guys. I'm writign this on fucking notepad because bitches are complaingina about a lack of posts. SO SORRY. SOME OF OUR GIRLFRIENDS DON'T HAVE THE INTERNET. Yeah, I know it's like the stone age here. And when I say stone age I actually mean abo0tu 10 years ago. Whatever. The last thing I need is teh internet distracting me at all times.

Besides.
I already hit the end of teh internet.
And came back.
Suck it.

Anywho. I'm watchin g the olympics and getting sitty. Men's Rings is on right now whciu does me well to remind me of mine inadequency. But I also ave callbacks next week. I bet none of those gusy can do Chekov. Sometime the olympics make you realize how amazing the uman body is, sometimes the olympics remind you how impercfect teh human body is, and sometimes it reminds you you are a fat ass.

My head urst from Tecate.

... BTWI haven't updated b/c I was doing a cancer research study where I couldn't drink. That's right, my blogging was being used to fight cancer. So fuck that guiy.

But yea. I should up date more. Typing is gettign very hard. I tink I will clsoe the laptop now.

"adieu, adieu, remember me."

janebejane

2008-08-15T02:00:00.001-07:00

hello hello

song stuck in my head while completely drunk off me arse:

Ben Folds 5 "jane be ajne"

so good bitch

soooooo good.

When do girls stop lioiking gutys when they get absolutely hammered. why do people grow up?

NICK!

NCIK!

Alright. ets get fucming serious for just about 5 seconds. I'm not even triying ot b e funny.

How do you have a drunk emoticon 8^0 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

thats a guy puking.

whoo doggy

goodnight everybody!

bah,

2008-06-28T02:03:00.000-07:00

Ladies and gENtlemen, my avid readership. I must do apologize. I had no idea anyone actaulyl read this thing. BUT it hsa come to my attention that people do. And as such, I will endeavor to make my posts more regular (heaven knows I'm drunk enough to post, that is not the dilemna).

Oh, my thoughts whirl about me. Which to pluck, to dissect for thee.

Oh, here's one. You should know... my girlfriend is a psychic. She's told me before and Id di not believe her. She's told me again and I only half believed her. tonight she proved true when she called a gentleman a douch bag. several times I may note btoh to his face and to me and my company. Not but 15 minutes after she left the bar, he (the douche) was foribly removed. With pepperspray! They kicked the rest of us out sortly thereaftere cause the air was unbreathable. but she knows. When all is said an done she knows.

I walked a ways. and no drun kdial was met with answer. For shame. WO (you know who youare) you cahnged your number. I called youer number and a man with a heavy accent answered your phoine. I thought it might be you playing games but he hung up on me. this sucsk. Please altetr this immediately.

at least I didn't have a moth fly in my crotch. Seriously, can I say that. Oh dear. I need to go to bed.

Au ravoire mon amis, au ravoire. Because adieu is goodbye forever. And I will nto ahave it/ Au ravoire.

-Capicornus

Superheros = Bad assssssssssss

2008-06-23T23:57:00.000-07:00

drinks consuemed: 4 pabsts

I sense an ongoing theme here.

Why couldn't I be Captain America!? Why couldn't I have a badass superhero name??

How am I supposed to compete now???

fuck yeah.

you dont care about titles anyway

2008-06-20T00:07:00.001-07:00

drinsk consumed: 5 pabst blue ribbons; 1/2 of Magnum 40

things in m tytummy: turkewy and chese sammich. thats it.

one hour to go.

dude. remember winamp? how come no ones use s winamp anymore? that shit was fucking KING.

KINFG~

oh no one cares.

what exactky is IN a 40? The bottom of the vbarrel shit? it's terrible.

but so cheap.

Dude! Do they have 40s in Europe? What would do they call them?

oh. 'nother train of thought.

Hoiw do yuo explain a webcam purchase? I mean, i know if i were a claerk id be creeped out. And you can't say it's for work even if it is, because theyd wouldnt believe you.

How come no one is up?

balls.

stalkering? being coo?

2008-06-09T21:22:00.000-07:00

what was consumed: 4 pabst blue ribbosn. did i drink this last time? fuck if I remember. It's cheap as hell down here. 12.99 for a 24 pack? come on!

dinner: a submarine sandwich @ approx. 1:00pm PST

my weight: 128 lbs.

time: well, i wanted to get another beer. and then I got distracted. So now, it's actually 9:40pm PST.

I shit you not, ABBA's "Does your mother know" just came on my iTunes. It's a terrible song.

Alright, I'm starting to sound like one of those blogs who goes on and on about qhat they had for breakfast. time to start getting into some serious shit.

I'm 25 yeard old. And I am getting hammered on a Monday. Is this shit normal? Someone please validate me.

question. is looikn g at the same girl's pictures over and over and over again called "stalking" or "crushing"? because at this point i really dont know the different.ce abd U'm scaring the shit out ofmysrlf.

Can I try that again? My. Self. Fuck yeah. Still got it.

Trinity of Subjects

2008-03-29T02:39:00.000-07:00

1) First of all, I must say, beofre anything else come to light it is fucking awesome to drink a beer in the shower. I have no doubt in my mind that physcists and biologists will suggest chemical resasons... but I am a man of the arts. And I am a firm believer in the idea that aesthetic is built on contrast. And I truly, madly, deeply believe in my heart of hearts taht one of the reasons a beer is so good in the shower is teh contrast between the cold beer and the hot shower. I stood enjoying it for the latter half of the post-work shower I took today. (An atypical habit for me however) I do reccomend if you haven't tried it, do.

2) My dear friend and I are btoh apparently pack rats. I was well aware of the idea that I was one, but had no idea he succeeded to the same tendencies. He said a phrase which must be documented (side note: we were btoh drunk, I stillam), "Dude, I know where it is. It's in one of four boxes. In the second layer. In the upper left hand corner."I have 3 words for you dear friend, "Exactly, dude. Exactly."

3) Lastly it must be noted that this friend was also searching for his cell phone while I was tlakign to him on it. I'm sure most of us are guilty of this stupidity but still, on si wont to laugh.
I miss you, dear friend. I miss you.

= Capricornus

I msis colleg

2008-03-29T00:45:00.000-07:00

Drinks I've had: 7 Keystone Lights

KLet me first say that I am not making these numerous spelling errors justy because I think it'll be funny later to be like,

"Oh shit. Look at m.e I'm so fucking funny that I mispelled simple words while I was tanked."

This is drunk blogging. And this shit I take very seriously.

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So. I got a new computer delivered today. I ahvben't had a computer since I went to college. So we're talkjing, my old computer (Ol' Rusty) was from like 1997.

I spent the entire evening drinking beers (obiously) and moving files from a flash drive from Rusty to the new comp.

I've gone through all my college pictures and songs long forgotten. Fuck I miss college.

It's funny how pictures and songs can grab you by the jugular and bring your ass right back to that spot. Fucking nostalgic. Seriously. Nostalgia. Wtf man. wtf.

My first

2008-03-19T22:57:00.001-07:00

Number o' Drinks: 4 Keystone Lights, 1 Busch

Wow. Spinny, spinny.

Getting into a drunk debate with my friend Skins about whether or not girls and guys can be legitimately friends.

No, im not gonna post the quote from fucking When Harry Met Sally (although that movie IS indeed, the shit) because every fucking bloggerwho talks about this topic brings up that.

puff puff

Drunk shower time. Gonna bring a brewskie in there.

I dont even think tat UI spelled that riht.

w00.

Snow

2008-01-25T20:38:00.000-08:00

I shall blunkdrogg as codename shallot, as I saw a cooking show in which an Australian chef pronounced that particular root vegetable with the stress on the first syllable ((instead of the second, as all reasonable new-world colonials pronounce it) recently, and was charmed.

Two things:

It's snowing here in Chicago. It's always fucking snowing in Chicago. It makes me miserable. It does, it does. Snow, once upon a time, was a magical thing. I recall all those winter days in Bellingham when it would snow and the city would shut down joyously. It was one of those few places in the world where snow seem to be universally appreciated, celebrated. You could easily imagine businessmen and bankers and university professors and bartenders and students equally appreciating the chance for their lifestyles to be disrupted.

Here in Chicago it's just a chance for an otherwise mediocre life to become that much more work. C'est la vie, I suppose. Me, for one, I'm thinking of heading back to the part of the world where snow is a pleasant aberration, not just every third winter day.

I'm currently drinking double makers rocks and a highlife and thinking of better times, either in the past or future. I don't really care either way.

If you like cool things for drunks then you might like this:

http://www.bottledcity.com/2007/06/29/ive-always-liked-midgets-in-ballgowns/

I do. I'd buy it if I hadn't lost my credit card the other day. Damn, I should cancel that stupid thing.

love,

Shallot.

the thing is, you ALWAYS have to accept the terms of agreement

2008-01-15T02:05:00.000-08:00

Hey all, so basically this is a post for a few drunk freinds of mine. We will get drunk and we will blog. But more importantly, we will blog here. We'll blog about all the inconsequential/incredible things that we do, realize, or simply witness. I am your host but not the origniator of the idea. I will go under the codename: Capricorn (or Capricornus, as I am prone to Latin).

I saw so much stuff tonight. I saw what I presume to be a blind date (one of whom I think I saw naked in a recent theatre production, not worth it however as he is a fat clod), I read a heart wrenching play, and talked to some weirdo online who didn't know who Moliere was. What a terribelk mistake. How can you not who moliere is?... was?

Ok so, ignore the bad spelling, grammar, and punctuation and please enjoy, our Blunk Droggings.

-Capricornus