super bore me: bore me forever

Sluts:

I'm still obnoxious when I'm out in public and sober. The difference being is that I don't have any excuse for being obnoxious when I'm not drinking.

Heading to the Festa Italiana this afternoon for a bit. Or as the non Italians call it, GuineaFest. Hell, that's what I call it. Every race seems to need a festival or gathering to celebrate their heritage. Italians have this. The Irish have St. Patrick's day. Mexicans have border crossings. Canadians, um, I have no idea.



I'm working a door up top at the Festa Italiana today at Pioneer Courthouse Square from 2 to 5pm. Come say hi and watch me drink copious amounts of Pellegrino.

goochout.

super bore me

i'm typing this on my netbook, so forget any use of the shift keys. you see, when it comes to typing, i comes correct. The thalydimide baby underdeveloped shift keys inherent with a netbook are not meaty enough for my pinkies to hit.

Not drinking has put me in my old school "steady mobbing" state of being. going from place to place. seeking adventure. Out until the break of dawn. I can drive without fear of an alcohol related incident. at least not in which i'm at fault. I've also lost the hangover as an excuse to not go to the gym. I want to get my arms big again. not because they'll look intimidating and impressive, but because they'll make the rest of my body look smaller by comparison.

My new glasses have made me look like a video game character:

This is a bit of genius, as he not only looks like me, but 80% of all IT people employed and unemployed today. I only wear my body armor at home, and even then only after I've picked out a safe word.

My friend Gregster in 2009 on the left and Katie Price on the right. I call this compilation: Three Big Boobs.

 Ha!

 me gotta go.

goochout