can i get a “FUCK YEAH”?!?!?

it’s labor day and i am drunk at a bar…

…one of my favorite bars, actually.

free nachos, great bartender (viva la trix!) and margaritas just the other side of moonshine. as in the other STRONGER side of moonshine. and on top of that, free wireless internet – and after two unsucessful offer for free notebooks (ME, T, i’m glaring at you as i type this) i finally said “fuck it” and bought my own…

(that link probably won’t work after a month or so, so if it’s broken don’t bother to tell me…)

so i’m drunk (and still drinking) and writing on the whore. throw a blowjob into the mix (any volunteers?) and this could be the most perfect moment since i was getting sucked off with a whiskey in one hand, a lit fuente in the other, and the simpson’s on the tube…

…wait…WOULD this beat that?

(hey, at least i’m not talking about being in nothing buy my drawers when i wrote the wednesday entry…and god bless whichever neighbor bought the wireless router powerful enough to ironically reach ONLY the southeastern corner of my bedroom – which is where my computer desk used to sit, with a video imac, which is where the first whore entries i wrote were done after a heated evening chat between me, myself, and i (me = ME, the smokingly hot, fresh back to texas latina that inspired this whole page, myself = the big, bald fuck that writes this slop, and i = kramer, just ’cause it’s how the expression goes) that resulted in me starting to write this stuff just to give ME something to read at work. i’m just sayin’….hey trix…where’s my motherfuckin’ refill?)