Sis saw my new sunglasses, told me that the internet was wrong and they are old women’s sunglasses. Then she called me a woman and I walked away. Then she told me I would never be successful in life because I walk away from her.
Later on she told me she’s only being truthful with me to keep me tough because if she wasn’t so truthful then I’d be a weakling and something something masculinity.
I have decided to return the sunglasses and spend all the money on movies.
Two boxsets already ordered!
Currently full of sangria and a piece of Chilean Sea Bass the size of my heroin addicted arms. Coming after one of the best job interviews I’ve ever had (with a woman who looked like a brunette German Pam Poovey (i.e. brunette chubby woman with a heavy German accent. Chubby women are sexy. Skinny women are sexy. Women are sexy.)) and before a night out at a bar with a dear friend? This is one of my favorite days. I’d like to freeze this moment in time because I feel good.
After playing BioShock there was nothing I wanted more than a daughter.
After playing Heavy Rain there was nothing I wanted more than a vasectomy.
Two weeks after John O’Brien found out that his novel Leaving Las Vegas was to be made into a movie, he committed suicide by gunshot. His father says the novel was his suicide note.
There is no movie that makes me cry as much or more than Leaving Las Vegas and in other news I am prominently shitfaced at this present moment in time.
New thing is drinking a cup of Gordon’s gin neat in about 15 min to make a drunkblr. I don’t even err on the typing anymore. Getting good at this.
Just past an important two year anniversary. Two years ago I got a facebook invite for a friend’s birthday party at a bar in NYC. I was lonely so I said why not and I hopped on the bus. On the way there, at a few of the stops, some friends were picked up who I hadn’t talked to in w awhile and things were good. We got to the bar. At the bar, it was an unlimited drink thing going on. I somehow managed to be the first one to get the special bracelet and I consumed 5 whiskey sours in less than a half hour. For some reason, during this period I was speaking to the (unarguably) most traditionally attractive girl from my high school class. (Personally, I was attracted to a few girl more, but this girl was tops.) Total sweetheart this girl. She actually wanted to talk to me, and talk we did. I was obliterated. So we were talking, and all I remember is that somehow I just kissed her all over her face. Later on I ended up at some diner with a buffalo chicken wrap that I took to go, and then got dropped off back at my car in a King’s parking lot in Jersey a couple blocks from my home at 4 am by a friend before safely driving home, but I digress.
Q: Why on Earth am i drinking up all the plastic jug gin?
A: It’s the cheapest, grosset liquor in the house and I’m saving the quality bourbon for a special occasion. Like for when I’m going to watch Stroszek and listen to The Idiot beofr hangin myself. That’s a potential important moment.
The Rolling Stones - Loving Cup
Or just give me little drink, from your loving cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
Oh my goodness, I nearly forgot to wish my lovely lady followers a Happy Valentine’s DAy, adn much like last year (I f my memory serves me correctly) may all ovf you have aseat as long as I have a face. I have many new followers since thenm so I don’t know how many new faces (errr, um, not faces) are in there, but yes.
First hald of the Valentine’s Day fouble feautre is complete (The Night Porter) and second half (Salo or the 120 Day of Solomo) about to commence.
