I got Jesus on my side with the glow in the dark statue
2003-09-20 | 2:53 p.m.

And we've reached the eye of the storm, kids!

Work didn't suck too bad today. I only had five hours. Now I've got to sleep something fierce, and go buy some happiness. You know you've got too much on the go when you get home from work and sitting in your underwear eating reheated pasta feels like the most decadent thing in the world.

Also, how is it that these folks always know just what to say? I promise to have a beer for each of you tonight. And possibly a cigarette for H, because she brings out the rock star in me.

So yeah, time for me to get my sleep and my shop on. Did I mention there's a party tonight? There's a HUGE party tonight. Bigger than last weekend's, even. I think we managed to get like 200-300 people to make the trek to Chittim's this time last week. Tonight the party was supposed to be a small group of friends at some younger schmuck's house. Brad, the kid who Marissa and I abused for his pool before the new school year started, is such a funny little prick. He made flyers in his business class, and distributed them fucking everywhere. Seriously, Gagner and crew are coming in from St. Clair and Windsor, and I think a bunch of the London boys are in too. Here's hoping she's a multi-kegger!

In hopes of controlling the crowd, Brent or Brett or whatever the hell that kid's name is that's having the party, made up a guest list. A guest LIST. Come on. He lives in a mansion and everyone in his family is a doctor, even the cat, as I understand. Anyway, Anita and Marissa knock on my door around 10-ish last night bearing vodka and Black Sheep, and Anita goes "Guess what that Bre... that kid that's having the party is doing? He's making a guest list! AND WE'RE AT THE VERY TOP OF IT!"

I think that's awesmore, because I don't even know him. I'll come bearing gifts tonight though, because that's super-sweet of him. Do drunk people like baked goods?

Last night I dreamed for hours and hours about my boring job. That's the only thing worse than actually going to my boring job. Work was more restful than sleep. Haha.

Okay, so... that's my entry, time to go get into the mindset. Harness my drinking chakra, n' shit.

-S

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