I've recently gotten the urge to start making improvements on the condo. All the 70s era overhead lights have been replaced with brushed nickel fixtures. Holy shit, brushed nickel is sexy as fuck. I got a sweet deal on a hanging light fixture for over the kitchen table. It's in and it's on. I turned the wrong breaker off at one point and unwittingly jammed an all metal screwdriver into a wire-release in a light switch and CHRIST, that sucked. I think the thing about my house is that no matter what I do to it, it'll always look like I live there. Bottles of booze, tacky movie memorabilia, a television mounted on the wall of my bedroom, and neon beer signs in the office. The TV on the bedroom wall makes my bedroom look like some hospital room. Chicks LOVE to tell me that. One girl told me to get a Craftmatic adjustable bed to complete the hospital theme. They're so cute at seventeen.
Rush Limbaugh is addicted to pain-killers? How liberal of him. I've been living on a diet of Viagra, whisky, Diet Coke, and Xanax for eleven months. I'm not blaming anyone. Although, it's amazing how easy it is to get prescription pills over the internet. I've done it. A little disturbing. Heading for the coast tomorrow. Very excited. It's nice to go on a vacation, even though my life closely resembles most people's vacations. Gotta go; I've got to get up at 11am tomorrow.
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