So, today was eventful for no good reason. I spent the day before yesterday with Dave Atell and random drunkeness-- can't complain, after all the man has a TV show. I certainly don't. That bein' said, tonight was a drunken revelry of a great magnatude...

Especially because Mel and I spent the end of the evening hauling trashcans full of bathroom water. Yeah, the bathrooms flooded and we got stuck with carrying the trashcans full of shitwater to the main sink in which we could safely dump them.

Fun times.

I made out with Lee, my straight good friend, on a sort of dare/"I'll make out with her if you make out with him" type deal. I won't mock it because Lee and I both now think that the other is an excellent kisser, and thats dope. Because he is. And so am I. And we have no reason to lie.

So, yeah, last night actually was Caitlin, Jeremy (the neighbors), and Lee's joint birthday party, and we had a drunken revelry. For a last minute shindig, the turnout was fairly nice, and we had a good time. I got to make out with a straight good friend of mine who could kiss well, and I got to go to work today and play with Dave. Dave's super fun, and a huge ol' drunk. Word.

That all said, it's now kinda sunday morning style and I'm going to smoke a bowl and watch adult swim. I can't compain. I'm glad Jordan sent me home with a bowl pack. And these are the days of my life.

Ugh.

I've got me a a little heady-ache. I think it was the Gin.

Why is it when I drunk blog I sound overly snooty?

I think I'm gonna go watch Alias with the neighbors. They prolly have acheys and ouchies, too.

Snooty or not, though, I hauled and dumped trashcans of TOILET WATER. Fuckin' shitcreek over flowed for reals, and I volunteered to help clean it.

I'm sure the water ran clear after a while, but it came up for a reason. Too much poopie is my hunch, and thats gross. I eat asshole, it shouldn't bother me, but it kinda started to after I got a mystery blister on my hand. I think the water did it!