Yesterday was ridiculous.
A wasted day off, sort off.
I woke up, lost it.
Went over to Murder house to get Ala.
We went to the One World.
That Indian food of Meghan's is awesome.
Straight to the liquor store.
I started drinking at 2 that afternoon.
I was supposed to go to the lake, but no dice.
Instead I sat around watching people video games.
Eventually I went to my house, to the backyard.
There were tons of people there.
Had some BBQed pine-apple, garlic fingers.
Tom fixed my hammock, it's awesome and off the ground now.
Then, Burnout 2.
The most amazing game in the world.
The object of this game is to crash and create the biggest accident.
I excel at killing people with my lack of driving skills.
Beware the world.
I'll never get my license though.
What's the point?
Cabs, buses, walking, friends with cars.
It's the city, no one needs a car.
Except maybe to get out of the city.
Which I do enjoy doing, all the time.
Back to the day, D-Lips' party.
When we got there at 12, there was 3 people there.
D-Lips wasn't even home from work.
Now, I was 6 cans of Faxe in at this point.
Bored and drunk, I fell asleep on a chair.
4 hours later I woke up, there had been a party.
I totally missed it and the number of people was back to 3.
Hoolia was there, we walked home.
I went to sleep.
Ya see?
I did stuff, but.. not to the max.
Disappointed.
Unsatisfied.
I have so few precious days off.
If I don't do laundry on my next day off, slap me.