A few things:
–Apparently ordering an entire bucket of beer for oneself does not faze the servers at the bar we went to last night. Works for me.
–Kid Cudi covers Nirvana on his latest album. My current self is staring my seventh grade self in the eye. It is weird. Past meets present.
–I am starting to get questions about why I’m not going to Boozefest. It would be a lot easier to just tell people what happened, but I can’t seem to bring myself to. I miss them all. This hurts my heart. I will not break down this weekend. I will not break down this weekend. I will not break down this weekend.
–I skipped my workout last night. All of it. I napped and went and drank beer. Somehow I feel like this was necessary.
–This commercial motivates the shit out of me. Bring it on,
Johnson Ochocinco Johnson Ochocinco.
–I don’t think I say it enough, nor do I think I express it enough to my friends, but I am so beyond grateful that when I’m out with my friends who are in couples that they don’t even slightly make me feel like the odd man out. They really are the bestest.
–Some other friends got me started on Game of Thrones. All I want to do is finish the whole entire first series. Now I am left waiting until we can watch more. This is sad.
–Missouri weather is weird.
Um, what happened?I've ordered a bucket for myself before. It's economical!Why the fuck can't I choose to follow comments anymore? I'm awful at checking back!
You can come to my house and we'll have our own booze fest.
Jos, that's a story for a different time. And I'm not sure why. I didn't change anything. I'll poke around and figure it out.Dear Anonymous, how could I come to your house for a Boozefest when I don't know who you are?