I’m using their free internet because the maid is cleaning the room and everyone else is either being lazy or shopping at the local dirt merchants. Also I was up drinking all night.

Funny thing about Bavaria, thats where the couple met. The wife is from here, so might as well have a wedding here. Its a nice place, all they eat is pork, cucumbers and feta, and drink beer and rakia, which is kind of gross unless its with a salad. Wierd.

And they have a funny alphabet.

Wedding is tomorrow, maybe I’ll make it back on here, maybe not.

I’ve been listening to oldies, drinking Heineken, and operating a table saw all afternoon/evening. I made a goddamn bookshelf and I feel great. More to come… I’m going to go admire it and then put on a layer of primer (I decided to paint instead of stain).

When the last time you hammered while hammered?

The category is p.u.i because i’m still hung over from the housewarming party I attended yesterday afternoon.

I tried absinthe for the first time and I must say that, no matter what anyone tells you, no matter how deep into grad school or achieving doctorate they are, it is absolutely fucking fucking turd gurgling horrible. . . unless you like the combination of black licorice and insect spray.

It’s also lame that you have to practically drink a whole bottle to achieve the true wormwood induced psychedelic effect. This I did not, nor will ever attempt to do.

It’s a scam. Do no buy or consume this stuff. Drink whiskey and margaritas instead.

Also

but i have something i need to make public knowledge! (This can also be filed under sports, so if you don’t care, don’t click the read more thing).

I went out tonight with a close friend thinking I would have a few and either go home, or find other people out and have a night of good times.

Nice fuckin bags! Now I got chocolate on my couch.

ahhahahhahahahahaha

Rod rod, that was such a good story.

Edit (4 a.m.): Ouch.

edit: Jesus, I need to stay away from a computer when that happens.

Work sucks.

i have been reading stories about people smoking weed and chronic, and that paired with listening to a Death in Vegas cd, had made my drunkeness seem hugely more, er, drunk than it actually is.

i want to be entirely fucked up for at least 2 days straight. right now, at least. if i am puking later tonight, i think my mind will change.

edit – this is what i was reading: the bunny blog

The fart is a wonderful creature it lives in the Valley of Bum It travels around in your knickers and comes out with a musical hum.

i have taken to drinking a bottle of (white) wine every night, by myself. white, because i end up working or doing something the day after, and red generally causes bad hangovers.

it’s quite cheap and nice, and i think i might be losing a bit of weight. it’s a wino’s life for me.

also next week, i am most likely getting my nipples pierced. i have always wanted to get my lip done, but i need to keep my career options open. so nipples, it is.

also, i can’t wait to move back home and start off where i left things.

this p.u.i. option is good. i have another wine bottle chilling in the fridge.

Yea, I’m drunk and I’m just thinking of this now. This Friday, there is a huge dance party going down at some apartment right outside of Rowan (I’ll look into exactly where it is tomorrow). All are invited.

Then, Philly on Saturday night. At midnight, we’ll do one of those huge birthday shouts!!!! Any Philly ideas??!

I’m drunk, again.

alas, i have moved on to vodka. this is my 4th night in a row of drinking.

also, today i was at the beach collecting shells. it was awesome.

why the hell is this place so dead today?

This rules!

i love playing it. looooooooooooooooooooooove. but I FUCKING HATE THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE FUCK ON THE GODDAMN FUCKING ASTROS COMMERCIAL FOR FOX BASEBALL. FUCK YOU, ASTROS GUY! FUCKING DIE! I HATE YOUR STUPID FUCKIGN WHISTLE AND I CAN’T UNDERSTAND A GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING WORD YOU SAY! THAT JUST MAKES ME MORE FURIOUS!

so really, i wish that commercial would fucking implode, and that the whistling astros guy would fucking choke on no less than nine loads of salty, mid-game astro cum. “i’m known for my [fucking] whistle.” what a fucking asshole.

it’s 5:50pm for me. should i start drinking now, or wait until later? i am on the kick of trying to lose weight, but i really feel like beering it up as opposed to knocking back vodka and oj.

suggestions? persuasions?

i have holes in my jeans that i need to patch-up and longish hair on the back of my head that needs cutting. fuck looking emo.

i have been painting bones and drinking beer all night. i need a good set of paintings done by sunday to put up in a 2-month show at a pub. hahaa, MY paintings up at a pub in manchester. silly.

i have learned to hold my rabbit without getting massacred and he HATES it. so naturally, i do it constantly now.

some shit has gone down in my life recently that i have not posted publically. i will not do so yet, either. maybe eventually.

spritiualized’s ‘ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space’ is a great album.

some of the aforementioned holes in my jeans give direct access to my vagina.

kev and i own a zombie-head candle that bleeds red wax from it’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. we will light it on halloween and hang it outside our door to keep kids away.

and typed that sentence.

...and that’s the way it is.

I haven’t been drunk in a while. I’ve just been praising buddha for so long. 6 Sam Adams Cherry Wheats and a Yang-a-lang.

Wooo!!! I love music!!!

i’m watching mtv rubbish, drinking the vodka drink, and waiting for kevin to come home. i’m also not wearing a shirt because it’s hot and i don’t like clothing. my hair is in a mohawk and i hate how heavy my boobs feel right now.

tomorrow i get my drums back from the practice space they’ve been sitting at and jamming with a cover band. i hope we play really bad 80’s. i know we’ll at least play the clash.

i also have a shitload of work to do by september 8th, or i’ll fail out of my MA. i haven’t started any of it. i fee my procrastination is getting the better of me and i need to stop it.

anyway, i need to make another drink and let my rabbit hope around my legs. he likes that. he also like when we make up lyrics about him to the tunes of popular songs.

i liwekse4 everydaone.. ueau! my friend jeff his aunt died and wews d5rink to ease the pain.

homer say thqat liker is teh answer to life problems…...........ELISPSISES. no. cause of problems and answetr to them too. ok.

WEHEHEHEHEH!!!!!!

i left johen a drunken messsegers

and she tells me some people died over at that airfeild where Cara skydives. Then she asks me if Cara is dead. I have no idea!

IS CARA DEAD!?

Aside from the obvious joys of drinking to stop the shakes, I’ve found a spectacular side effect…

I’ll start with this: I’m a little drunk.

So everyone knows what a backstop is, right? That fence bit behind home plate on a baseball diamond? Well, I live across the street from one. So I climbed it.