The other night we bought tequila and corona and had a hell of a mexican night. Afterwards we went to dance at some little club over on St. Denis. It was pretty cool. Fun dancing. And fun tequila.
Anyways. The now infamous Connor is knocking around the notion of going SXE. I think you should all tell him its a bad idea... on the grounds that he'd have to be straight-edge. I mean... yeah, it's cool in theory... but so's communism. And, I'm sure Sam would agree: after a week or so of sobriety... shit... does life even have a purpose anymore?
I guess thats something I'll never know!
I bought some bowls and cups and shit at dollaramma. So like... now I can eat from them or drink from them, etc. etc. It's those little things that can remind you of home... you know, like drinking from a [clean] cup or eating from a bowl.
Oh, and last night Natalie and I got to talking about how the relationship is basically... shit. And it was mutually decided by us that we'd end it... at least for a while, but it certainly sounds more serious than ever before. I dunno, I just can't stand her sometimes.... eh. I'm not TOO shook up about it, but we'll see. Natalie is still in that "I bet we can fix the relationship, if we try mode!" Which leads to the next logical question... do we WANT to? I hesitate.
I think I'm gonna do another one of those mythological-crazy-people-here posts soonish. Ummmm.... yeah. Maybe Conley. I have to think and mold some ideas before hand though...
--3 days of drinking and sleeping past noon--
--I wanna be sedated--
"And I don't raise my head till the twelve bells at noon."
- Spirit of the West, Home for a Rest
