I have beer.

You know, drinking on a Saturday morning just feels right. Especially after the bullshit night at work.

Don't worry, I'm not being hypocritical towards the last post. This is the beginning of my goddamn weekend. So fuck you.

I need beer.

Waiting for the weekends seems to take forever. And I've only been working here for a little over a month. I haven't had a drink alone in quite awhile, I think if I started that again I'd probably become even more lazy.

Besides, drinking at 6am would just feel wrong.

Sleeping the days away.

I dunno, sleeping in is becoming more and more frequent as the heat makes me want to do nothing but sit in the air conditioning if the house. I should probably break this habit before I enjoy it way too much. Hell, it's already caused me to miss a few blog posts. Not that I have anything important to talk about. Also, not that I care if anyone's even reading this crap. It's a damn selfish blog anyway. Speaking of sleep, I ought to get to bed...


Unless I feel like waking at 5pm again.

Physical activity.

Drinking + 3 hours of sleep + football + hangover + 100F weather = Me sleeping in 'til 7:30pm

She finally got a name.

Layla.

Amazing laziness.

So last night on my way to work I was walking to my car. There was a small dog walking down the road. The owners were trying to get its attention from maybe 50 feet away. Dog kept right on rollin'. The best part of this whole scene was that after the dog getting maybe 100 feet away, the owners hopped into their car to chase it down.

Amazing.

Beer in the morning.

I finally did it. Drank after work. While the sun came up. Kind of a weird experience since most of my drinking while the sun was rising involved an entire night of drinking. It was quite relaxing and helped me sleep pretty well.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

So I saw it this past weekend. I was quite stoned so I'm not too sure if it was a good movie or not. I totally enjoyed it while baked, that's for sure. Only gripes I had were that the Oompa Loompa songs were crap. And the Oompa Loompas were the same guy. And he was one creepy looking motherfucker. I was really hoping Burton'd do justice to the crazy boat scene from the old flick, but no dice. Only thing I can really say, is that it wasn't bad.

People.

They really ought to accept their insanity.



And the insanity of others while they're at it...

I'm in a goddamn video game.

Flash video game, but a video game nonetheless.

Alkie Kong

20 pounds in 3 1/2 weeks.

I should probably stop forgetting to eat.

Triple digit weather.

Gotta love it.

The Midsummer Classic.

Hope you're all watching. I love baseball.

And the AL wins, 7-5, home field advantage for the Angels in the World Series :D.

Guild Wars.

I can't believe I'm addicted to a video game again. I haven't played a game regularly in at least a year. And before that one, probably 3 or 4 years. For such a simple game, it's extremely entertaining. I doubt anyone reading this plays it. But if you do... Hit me up, we'll kill shit together.

Crackwhores in Long Beach.

Pure comedy.

No reply.

I guess I'll take it as a yes.

It feels like I sleep in way too much.

But, fuck, I work until 6am now. I guess I shouldn't feel guilty.

But I do...

Holy crap.

My feet fucking hurt. So much walking last night at work.
Bullshit.

And she thought I could be an asshole.

Hurt almost as bad as getting punched in the face.

Celebrate...

the revolution.

Oh man.

Went to Disneyland yesterday, then to work. I just woke up at 5:15pm. Boy, am I beat. This night shift thing kicked my ass good this week. Hopefully I'll get used to it quickly.