thye went to go get more beer for david. the guy were staying with.
beer just doesn't get me drunk enough. and the tequila wore off long ago.
the tequila wore off long ago. sounds like bad country song lyrics.
supposedly we are going to play drinking games. supposedly kelly and i are not going to have sex. supposedly we're leaving tomorrow night. suppsoedly i am out of money. supposedly... i am not getting any beads on this trip. dot dot fucking dot.
you can get to the point where you do not taste the beer anymore. but that's pretty much the point where my body is likely to purge itself of the vile, poisonous liquid.
welcome to september. it is now labor day. whoo whoo.
there's so much to do when i get back in town. start a checking account. get a day job. fix up the apartment. pick up more furniture. redo lunch with julie. buy groceries. pay rent. get car insurance. find a way to pay for all of the above.
sucky sucky. twenty pesos. me love you looong time. heh.
if you had asked me six months ago where i'd be six months from now. i wouldn't tell you here. i guarantee... i wouldn't say here.