8.12.2004
I don't think those mushrooms are bred for their magic skills...
So, I was all ready to post an entry last night after I returned from my regular bar jaunt...but then I woke up at 6:30 in the morning with a cat on top of me, my hair plastered to my face and my contacts still in my eyes...oh, and The Who was blaring from my computer speakers. I have no clue how I managed to sleep this way for 4 hours...in fact, I don't even recall lying down.
Now, before you go and get all judgmental on my ass...or most of you are probably already familiar with my beer drinking skills (next to my bow-staff skills and computer hacking skills)...but, I have a pseudo justifiable reason for my excessive alcohol consumption last night.
I believe that I have developed a mini-crush a certain bartender. It's all neat and fun, but I've found that it's also expensive and detrimental to my attempts to rise above slacker-dom. I need to come up with a better way to talk to her without drinking six beers while at the same time not giving my stalking away...hmmmmmm. I don't think I can do the bar for the 4th day in a row. I'm open to suggestions from those who are smoother than I (I know, I know...you're all probably saying "But, you already be the smoothest!"...but let's just look past that for a moment.)
Or maybe I'll just ask Morrissey.
Oh....I also woke up this morning to a mushroom patch under my toilet. I have a hankering suspicion that the yeti spread some spores when he used my bathroom last week. Or, more likely, this is what happens when you live in a house that's 60 years old and slightly neglected. By the way, I'm looking for a roommate. Know anybody who doesn't mind sharing a bathroom with a fungi? Huh huh.
Now, before you go and get all judgmental on my ass...or most of you are probably already familiar with my beer drinking skills (next to my bow-staff skills and computer hacking skills)...but, I have a pseudo justifiable reason for my excessive alcohol consumption last night.
I believe that I have developed a mini-crush a certain bartender. It's all neat and fun, but I've found that it's also expensive and detrimental to my attempts to rise above slacker-dom. I need to come up with a better way to talk to her without drinking six beers while at the same time not giving my stalking away...hmmmmmm. I don't think I can do the bar for the 4th day in a row. I'm open to suggestions from those who are smoother than I (I know, I know...you're all probably saying "But, you already be the smoothest!"...but let's just look past that for a moment.)
Or maybe I'll just ask Morrissey.
Oh....I also woke up this morning to a mushroom patch under my toilet. I have a hankering suspicion that the yeti spread some spores when he used my bathroom last week. Or, more likely, this is what happens when you live in a house that's 60 years old and slightly neglected. By the way, I'm looking for a roommate. Know anybody who doesn't mind sharing a bathroom with a fungi? Huh huh.
