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Torture… yeah that’s what it is. I called the Dr.’s office because I received a letter in the mail to call them. They then placed me on hold and I am forced to listen to some whiney bitch sing something about choirs sing and a Christ our king. Oh my God I want to vomit. Oh God please let this month pass fast. I don’t know what’s worse, sitting on the phone waiting for the Dr. to tell me I’m dieing or the music being forced down my ear canal like a 2000-degree hot poker. Well I’m not dieing and my ear is bleeding.
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So now it’s time for me to sit and recount my weekend. Hmm, let me clear the cobwebs made from Patron and peer deep into the past……eh.. hmm. Ok give me a minute.
Ah! Here we go, Friday was a hard day because I started out tired. 3 RedBulls and 4 or 5 (I lost count after 3) shots of Patron (I’m not counting the shot of water :0) later I finally found my groove. There is a sweet spot that is a fine, yet blurry, line between falling down drunk and not quite there yet. One shot too many and I’m out for an hour chugging water, one shot too short and I still hate everyone in the room. I found that sweet spot around 11:30. The funny thing is that once I find it the money starts rolling in. I hate it when I find the spot later in the evening like Friday. Nonetheless, I’ve found a most delightful drinking partner and lovely little minx that makes my nights EVEN better. Just when I thought my weekends couldn’t get any better, her little light shines through. Thanks Kitty, for showing me such a beautiful time!
So you can guess that Saturday night was good too. It wasn’t good in the $$ department but in the finding a sweet friendship department it was ‘spot on!’ I woke up on Sunday morning feeling so damn good! When I have a great night like that I usually have a load of cash to go with it…. But this time it wasn’t true. Whatever… the trade was worth it.Anyway… I’m gushing. At least the weekend recount made me forget about the aneurysm formed from the hold music.
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In the Media Player: South Park - Merry Fucking Christmas!
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So now it’s time for me to sit and recount my weekend. Hmm, let me clear the cobwebs made from Patron and peer deep into the past……eh.. hmm. Ok give me a minute.
Ah! Here we go, Friday was a hard day because I started out tired. 3 RedBulls and 4 or 5 (I lost count after 3) shots of Patron (I’m not counting the shot of water :0) later I finally found my groove. There is a sweet spot that is a fine, yet blurry, line between falling down drunk and not quite there yet. One shot too many and I’m out for an hour chugging water, one shot too short and I still hate everyone in the room. I found that sweet spot around 11:30. The funny thing is that once I find it the money starts rolling in. I hate it when I find the spot later in the evening like Friday. Nonetheless, I’ve found a most delightful drinking partner and lovely little minx that makes my nights EVEN better. Just when I thought my weekends couldn’t get any better, her little light shines through. Thanks Kitty, for showing me such a beautiful time!
So you can guess that Saturday night was good too. It wasn’t good in the $$ department but in the finding a sweet friendship department it was ‘spot on!’ I woke up on Sunday morning feeling so damn good! When I have a great night like that I usually have a load of cash to go with it…. But this time it wasn’t true. Whatever… the trade was worth it.Anyway… I’m gushing. At least the weekend recount made me forget about the aneurysm formed from the hold music.
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In the Media Player: South Park - Merry Fucking Christmas!
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