It's My Party, And No Crying Was Involved!

Oh good lord! So my birthday is Tomorrow, or 11/14 for those of you who may already be on that day, and I went out last night to celebrate! I had a freaking blast! Though when you go to a bar that is owned by a friend, you seem to get drunk a lot quicker than all the other people. When I look back on last night, they poured 3/4 booze and 1/4 whatever the non-booze was!

~*What I was drinking. It was num yummy!*~

I played some pool, the que ball seemed to leave the table a couple of times. I mean hey if I had a drunk lady trying to come at me with a stick............ Oh never mind, that is not going where I want it to go to prove my point.

Hillary was my designated, and thank the powers that be because I was, in the words of a co-worker, faded! This is my first time in 10 years that I have actually got that drunk that much! Last time was 10/31/2000. Woot!

This morning was a rough one, but I seem to be holding together quite well. No crackers in the house, so I done did eat me some bread, and I am feeling better. I received an iPod touch 4th generation from my Mother, totally sweet! I had it engraved to say "You are not your freaking iPod" Yeah I know genius. I was going to say fucking instead of freaking, but noooooooooooooooooo Apple said "Yeah not so much" the bastards! I tried to take a picture of it, but it's sooooooo shiny and reflective.

Well my friends, here's to having a better morning, since it's only 10:54 here in colorful Colorado, and to a better day! Y'all have a great morning/day/night and we will talk to you later.

A drunk mans words are a sober man’s thoughts.

She lay there in her bed trying to fall asleep. The window to her third bedroom apartment is slightly ajar, so to feel the cool breeze that is blowing. “It’s almost Autumn” she thinks to herself.


She lives in a small quiet town. Not much goes on around here. It isn’t quite Mayberry to where everyone knows everything about everyone, but it could be in some parts. So when it is a quiet town, with not much going on, you have cops that get bored and are just aching to bust someone over something so piddly.


As she is just about in her deep sleep, I hear, very loudly I might add, “Dude to you have a lighter for my marijuana!?” This question was followed by liquid hitting the pavement. “Dude you are puking!” Thank you Captain Obvious! “We didn’t even drink that much, how could you be puking?” Well I guess you have some very week friends who do not know how to hold their liquor very well College Boy.


They walk away, I am thinking, “Oh thank God!” I close my eyes and they are jolted awake by the loud voices again. “Dude you are looking at your own puke!” “Why are you looking at your own puke?!” No answer. Now I didn’t get up to see who the hell was outside, I was just glad that I wasn’t the person in the garden level apartment. They finally go away, and I think to myself, “College kids. In just a matter of minutes Barney Fife is going to pull them over for public intoxication, or some Gomer will be screaming “Citizen's arrest, citizen's arrest!"


Yup so here I am 2 o’clock in the morning writing a blog post, smiling because I know Karma will be coming along and kicking their ass when they wake up.