fuzzy

blame it on the tequila. that’s ALL i have to say. i remember (one of the last things i do so clearly from yesterday, i might add) that the description by the drink i had (the “fuzzy” rita) was that “after a few of these, lifes starts to SEEM fuzzy.”

no bullshit.

i got home last night and COULD not write…which is a shame because i WAS not drunk; just creatively unfocused and kinda numb. i remember kathi and i talking about SEVERAL things that i was saying at the time, “this is SO going on the ‘whore….you know that, right?”

but apparently, it isn’t. at least not yet.

i passed out hard last night and woke up late, so i’ll TRY and get a little more up later today, but work ain’t real cool with me doing the whore on the company nickel (i just got the humor in that as i proofread) so we’ll see. keep in mind, we’ve got a three-day holiday weekend coming up, and in my grand tradition in such matters, i don’t have anything to do or anyone to spend it with…

*starts singing old david lee roth song that was old when dave sang it….*

“i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i ain’t got no baw-dee………nobody, cares for me….no body”

okay, i’ll stop…

but the bottom line is, i’ll have TONS o’ time to make up for it, even though most of you won’t actually read it till tuesday, since most of you, unlike me, have lives. only kidding. i know you don’t , either…

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I’ll give you a nickle not to sing. And I had a life once, but those things are //so// over-rated.

astrofishy said @ 08/29/2002 02:41 PM GMT