What's on your mind today...?
 

...Beer, TV, lesson plans, beer, get my lazy ass outside.

Tryin to look like a regular guy by unbuttoning my button-down shirt collar.

Beer, Clothes, Music: Brew pub opens at 4. Might also need to restock refrigerator beer supply. Visit the J. Crew store. Visit the downtown thriftshop. Visit the record shops, downtown and west end.

Sleep: I have two more sleep-in days this weekend, woo hoo!

Travel: Really looking forward to my Portland weekend in a few weeks.

Sex: Trying not to obsess over not having had any since... .

Companionship: Wondering where the hell are all my friends.

dinosaur sex dinosaur sex and dinosaur sex is a must

do tell me more.

ALIEN VS. PREDATOR

Wanting to sleep. but can't.

Snow. Denver. Ogden Theatre. Yo La Tengo. More Stars Than There Are In Heaven.

ahahahaha! Flotz I <3 you!

spectacular!

Beatnicks - been listening to Burroughs all day and now downloading Naked Lunch

Web Design - putting together a Landing Page for eCigarettes

Drugs - Might get some speed or Weed tonight

Boreedddddd - Stuck at home with little to do today

getting laid.


what a surprise.

yes i have lot's of fancy clothes,and drive a big fine cadillac
not knowing while i had these things my friends where stabbing me in my back
lord lord lord
even had a house then,out there in beverly hills
i was moving so fast y'all, i didn't even have time to worry about payin my bills
somethin' started changin', my life started rearrangin'
now i'm all alone,all the friends i once had
i don't have them anymore

wheeeere are all my friends
I can't find nobody
wheeeeere are all my friends
lord lord,lord lord

I used to take my friends out,everywhere I went
I used to tell them that y'all,that y'all ain't gotta spend a red cent
Used to have lot's of money, I had it in big old stacks
I used to let 'em borrow clothes, but they neverevernevereververever brouught 'em back
Now I don't have nothing,I'm so all alone
Don't even have a home(i got no place to lay my head)
I wish someone would help me
cause IIIIIIIIII,IIIIIIII, IIIIIIII I neeeeed a loaaaaan

wheeeere are all my friends
I'm looking for the friends i used to call my very own
i neeeeed somebody
wheeeere are all my friends
I remember the time I used to be walking up and down the street
and I remember you,and you and you.
I remember when you used to say that, hey Teddy can't you spare a dime
And I used to come out the bottom of my heart
cause I thought you were a friend of mine
But it seems
yeah it seems
you didn't even give a damn about me
LORD

pot-smoking for the first time today

sex. music, food.

The delicious calzone I'm soon going to devour, hockey, and finishing my goddamn Colonial Williamsburg assignment.

I have the house to myself and have no clue what to do.

Maybe I'll rent a movie... or call up some friends and go to a theater.

Wind Temple, Neutral Milk Hotel, Pizza Rolls, and Pomegranate Blueberry Iced Tea.

trying to kick this flu. yesterday I almost had it beat. sleeptime my defenses are down.

i'm gonna meditate, y'all. i apparently am in a beer pong tournament. gonna get all zen and shit.

wish me luck?

luck.

Had a surprisingly pleasant Oktober afternoon. Around 3 I venture downtown and stop in my fave thrift shop. What do I find but, for 30 bucks and change, in perfect condition, size spot on, the ralph lauren equivalent of this: http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/Mens...8936/18936.jsp

Next I return to automobile and motor my way to The Wedge, where, after downing one each of on-premises brews of a Belgium strong ale and a German doppelbock, I happen to meet a lovely young coworker wimmenz and her husband, who both happen to bartend at this place on Friday nights. Spend a lovely hour talking and imbibing and eating peanuts from the shell. This is outside. Edge of town. Fall foliage and train tracks off the industrial peanut-shell-strewn loading dock turned-into drinking deck. Pay my tab. 10 bucks (USD) for 3 damned tasty and intoxicating brews. I sit for a while after young and winsome couple leave and drive away to make sure I'm sober enough to drive (I am nothing if not a responsible and law-abiding drunkard, mind you). I dedide that I need to bring home a growler of the on-premises brewed IPA--which I am currently imbibing as I type, and I swear to God, so help me, it tastes and FEELS like it is brewed with primo ganja.

Sometimes life seems fortuitous.
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