The holiday weekend is over.

2 hard partying nights later, I'm fucking exhausted.

I must be getting too old for this shit.

I'm so stuffed.

Thanksgiving was great, even though I had to work the night after. She came over and made dessert. Even did dishes.

Thoroughly impressed.

I can't wait.

For some motherfuckin' pumpkin pie. :D

Holidays.

So at work, they promise us either Wednesday or Friday off. As well as Thursday.
And now it looks like neither. I might have to get sick Friday.
I swear, management needs to learn how to keep morale high.
This is probably the quickest I've ever become disgruntled at a job.

Whatever, it's only a job.

It was extremely comfortable.

And she smelled so good.
Her scent is still on my sweater.

Lazy Fridays.

Sitting around doing Laundry.
Such fun.
Maybe I'll go to WalMart and complete my boring day before work...

I need to stop living in the middle of nowhere.
Nowhere near any friends.

And it turned into 2 days.

Best time I've had in a long time.
There's alot of potential here.

Calling in.

To get drunk with friends.

I can't think of a better reason.

Lost.

In a forest for a half hour or so. Wasted out of our minds.
We were ready to sleep there.

Good fuckin' times.

I've probably said it before.

But I sleep too much and it's starting to make me feel guilty.

It's fun again.

After it getting old, getting drunk has become fun again. I'm glad, too.

Birdie is expensive.

I hate work.

It's bullshit.

My nose is sore.

Probably a good time to lay off of the birdie.

4 numbers.

What a fucking weekend. I don't remember much of the party, but I believe I had a great time. As for the not posting, I've been sleeping alot. Had to catch up a bit. Partying that hard leaves you pretty drained.

I must be getting old.


Fuck that shit.