So, um, yeah, a drunk blog. This may or may not fit the new formatting. So let's just state this rule now ... bwahaha, side note, I almost just typed 'blunk dogs' .... drunk blogs are the exception in that they follow no format if I am not coherent enough to do so.
I dunno, I have some shit on my mind, and I don't. I'm thinking of saving the good stuff for a formatted post and the silly shit for this one. We'll see what happens.
I have to say the spontaneous nights that we decide to drink are the best. The planned shit, meh. I was shocked and amazed that the night went off without a hitch. All together we had TFYO, OFHG, two of our other friends (not around enough to get names), my cousin and her husband, my dad, my aunt, and my uncle. Ourselves too of course. Lots of people, and all but two of us were playing darts. Nuts. I'm surprised somebody didn't get stabbed. Miracle of miracles ... nobody was hurt in the making of this night ... and the TV didn't get taken out either!
I'm eatin' English Muffins. Mmmmm. Strawberry preserves. To die for. Oh, we're having bacon and eggs for breakfast tomorrow! Woo freakin' hoo!
I think I'm tired now. If there was anything serious I had to blog about, it's for sure gone now. Ugh, I have to balance the damn checkbook tomorrow. I dread that, not because of the process itself, but because I hate having to acknowledge the subtraction of money from my account. Bleh. Fuck that, I'm done thinking about it.
I want to say something, and then I want to recant it. Here it goes:
We should do this more often.
Recant: No, we shouldn't, because then it wouldn't be as much fun or as enjoyable when we do it purely because it would become the status quo.
Don't you love how that shit works? It's like that ALL the time! Does anybody else do that? You feel one way, and you might admit it, but at the same time you know and admit that it really can't be that way ... but yet you can't help saying it anyway!
This night began pretty crappily ... I may have been able to rival Frags for her Frito flavored feces ... nearly thought I was going to die though, my stomach was hurting so bad. No more nasty burritos for me, that's probably the culprit. I see another burrito in the near future and that little SOB will be splattered against a wall. Yeah, 'come out with your burritos up, nobody but the burritos will be hurt'. Hope you don't like burritos, because they don't like me ... and I'm on a mission.
No I'm not, but damn it would be funny to see some dramatic movie trailer about that, wouldn't it? One of those 'It's so stupid it's funny' sorts of things.
I'm amazed at how well I'm typing. I've hardly had to backspace, although I guess what I lack in quantity I'm making up for in quality because of the errors I have made, they've been doozies. I've been butchering words beyond all recognition. See, how the hell can I type recognition but I can somehow fuck up 'blog'? WTF is that?
Oh hell, I need to go to bed. I'm gonna be in rough shape tomorrow, it's already 2AM. Off to bed with my drunk ass.



