Trinity of Subjects

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

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

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

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

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