I don’t know if anyone’s noticed, but I deliberately only use 1 word in my subjects for each entry. Only a couple of early entries defy this format. Fascinating.
I’ve been out at a Winesoc dinner and I’ve decided to write something. I think that (like most people) I open up more under the influence of alcohol and speak about more interesting things. Unfortunately there’s also the trade off of being lazier, so it doesn’t guarantee that I’ll actually say anything more in-depth or interesting that the usual boring bullshit I usually post.
So, what can I reveal to all of the 2 or so people that actually take interest in what I write here that is somewhat ground-breaking? Well, let’s see… There’s plenty of things I could say, but they’d probably be incriminating and come back to ruin my life within a few years. Fortunately I’ve always been self-aware enough to know when to hold back, even under the influence of alcohol. ;) Don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal.
I met a gamer tonight, one that I actually know/have played against/remember. That was pretty cool. I told him we should meet up during semester and drink a few beers and the like. He seemed genuinely interested and that’s enough for me. Did you notice I’ve changed tangent? Yes, I open up but still not too much. It’s more fun being a prick tease. Oh yes.
I hope all my effort at typing is paying off. It’s hard to hit the right keys, even with my awe-inspiring touch typing skills. Being a good typist makes me feel like a big man. I remember it always used to impress people whenever they saw me typing on computers at school and elsewhere. It’s like an extended e-penis but without the e… Although, it had something else instead of the e, so it wasn’t just an extended penis. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Geez. I’m starting to get dizzy and tired. I have to be up at like 7:30 am. That’s only 5 hours away. I wanted to bum a cigarette off Chandler tonight, so I could have a cigarette with coffee tomorrow afternoon. I’ve heard quite a few times that those two drugs seem to go well together, even though I can’t imagine it. I forgot to steal a dart though, so it’ll just have to be coffee on its own, unless I burn some paper and inhale the fumes from that. Somehow I don’t think it’ll carry the same effect.
I spent $40 on taxis tonight. Donated a bottle of Wolf Blass wine to my table and spent about $15 on drinks, plus another $10 on food. $65 for a night out, plus the $30 on the dinner. $95. I really shouldn’t have bothered going to North Sydney. That’s where $60 went of my night. What a pisser. I had Oportos. It was typical of Oportos, ie: bland. At least I shared my chips with some Macedonian guy called Bogdan who swore he’d had a foursome with 3 other girls (due to him being a guitarist in a band and having shoulder-length curly hair) in a gay bar. I have to admit, I ‘m jealous. I’ve never picked up in a gay bar (although I’ve come close, believe it or not), let alone scored a mini orgy with 3 other women. It’s almost offensive that a nerdy guy called Bogdan can, I have to admit. He was nice enough, though. I shared my Oportos chips with him, because I’m sweet.
Anyway, I’m falling asleep here in my chair, so I may as well at least doze off in the bed that I slept in until 12pm this afternoon. Good night, freaks.
I don’t believe a drunk person wrote this entry, I don’t believe it at all. See case in point! Shame.
You mean to tell me that you have something else in addition to a penis? You’re a hermaphrodite? Coolness.
oh he was drunk alright
i could taste it when i kissed him after he passed out
I can only dream.
I was kind of hoping you’d have all four posts in here instead of deleting them. It’d make me look more popular on the outside.
Faux LJ popularity: another form of penis prefixing. I just have to think of something more snazzy-sounding than LJ-e-penis.
I have nothing to debate here.
Neither do I! If you’re going to pass as drunk over the internet you have to make at least one spelling mistake. Everyone knows that.
Oops, sorry. Next time… and there will be a next time.
I didn’t want to look like a bigger idiot you know how it is, right?
I had my LJ-e-penis circumcised the other week. I think it looks dandy what do you think?
Hell yes! I do it ALL the time.
Spot the accidental space:
“I ‘m jealous.”
I also said “I have to admit” twice in three sentences:
“I have to admit, I ‘m jealous. I’ve never picked up in a gay bar (although I’ve come close, believe it or not), let alone scored a mini orgy with 3 other women. It’s almost offensive that a nerdy guy called Bogdan can, I have to admit.”
I guess I’m just cooler.
Okay, but the camera is in the shop at the moment. If you don’t mind waiting… ;)
No, you spelling Nazi! You could never be as cool as us.
Sure. It’s not like I’m ever doing anything important. This could be well worth the wait.
Besides, you wouldn’t be the first person to send me a picture of their penis over the Internet.
It’s just difficult to find flaws in anything I do, that’s all.
I’ve been trying so hard.
You’re nothing but a dream-shatterer.
That sounds like it could be the name of a bad B-grade horror film.
It probably is.
IMDB update: A Shattered Dream. This is the first search result for “dream shatterer”. Judging by the synopsis (which is really a tagline [a horrible tagline]), it’s close, real close.
You have a bevy of beautiful she-males chasing after you don’t you?
We can’t all be perfect. You should feel privileged.
Well you better stop now, wouldn’t want to strain anything now would we?
I try. Oh how I try.
B-grade horror films are perfection.
I want to make one and call it Redknob. Tagline, this is crap or it’s not easy being red. I haven’t decided.
It’s more of a harem.
Instead I only feel natural. Ahh.
Did you just wax again?
Watch out, I’m gonna sic homeland security onto ya.
I don’t need to wax. I’m perfect, remember?
I think they’ve been following me for some time now.
Perfectly smooth like a dead baby.
Well tell them I said hi.