How bad was it Sam?
Err it was really really bad?
You're not giving me a whole lot to work with here pal.
Work? What work? What the hell are you talking about.
Well I was expecting a smart-ass answer probably involving your testicles.
Sorry to disappoint?
You're fucking right you're sorry, now do better or we're going to have a problem.
A problem? What kind of problem.
The kind of problem that leads to the last thing you ever see being your own face is a busted mirror.
Oh. Okay then. Really?
I'm not fooling around here, now be funny goddammit.
...
Well?
I don't perform so well under pressure.
Yeah that's what your last date said. When was that again?
Ouch. Maybe you should just tell the jokes then.
Well I am.
Oh yeah. I guess you are.
I talk to myself. I also spend a lot of time randomly puttering around in my own head, sometimes it works for me and sometimes it doesn't. When it starts not working I tend to wander aimlessly. Want to know what I hate about winter? It is fucking difficult to wander aimlessly. Also, slushees in the below-zero weather blow.
I miss being able to wander. I can do it by myself alright, even when the weather sucks. Want to know what's ideal? Me, some company, a cold icy treat and not having to work the next morning. Hell even better, a lake, a dock, a sunset and a nice summer breeze.
Hah! Nights I live for.
Heck, even the walk home from work is usually a nice time. When it's not as cold as balls outside that is. It's not like I hate the cold either, it's just not conducive to wandering about. Not that I don't try.
I walk home from downtown after drinking from time to time. It usually takes about an hour or so, which is a pretty long time for a mostly drunk dude to be wandering. Funny how it seems like it takes no time at all when I flop into bed afterwards. I've walked home from downtown after nights out so many times I cannot keep track. Damn, I even regularly walked home from beyond downtown with Allison from a night out at Trish and Rachie's old place.
Stuff I like more when I'm drunk: phones, facebook, pizza and physical fucking activity.
Apparently I'm big on making lists. I use them to explain stuff I'm talking about, as I guess I like to give a lot of examples. I never noticed till my roommates pointed it out the other day. Now I can't stop noticing. Not that I care, I just notice now.
Wierd.
The other night I had an enjoyable night out. I met Kate at the campus pub for drinks with a bunch of people we collectively refer to at the house as "Kate's art friends". Had a few beers at the Brass Taps, which is a place I've only ever been a bare handful of times. Music wasn't too bad and Kate's art people were pretty cool. (pretty cool = mostly chicks)
The Albion later wasn't so great, but hey I guess with enough beer I'll join the dance floor for house music. You learn something new everyday. But gosh darn I fucking hate house music. I went home and put on Marilyn Manson and Apocalyptica to make myself feel better. I needed to be cleansed.
Today I also got into a discussion about how if a guy takes a girl out for dinner and a movie, there is almost no guarantee that she will put out. However if a chick takes a guy out for dinner and a movie he will almost definitely put out. Double standard? Accepted rules of dating?
Any ideas? Let me know.
That's me. With a little exercise the voices usually don't bother me.
SpAmmy
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