2005-05-13 13:38
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I actually think the reason I feel so good today is the fact that I took down a few beers and some Arbor Mist last night.
There's nothing like dissolving the week's angst in alcohol to make a guy feel like a million bucks in small, unmarked bills.
There's nothing like dissolving the week's angst in alcohol to make a guy feel like a million bucks in small, unmarked bills.
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He is dying next door though.
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Guess we aren't going out dancing tonight after all.
I broke him!
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Solution: Will drink tonight. Wash away stupid crap. Yay!
Then I get to drag my ass out of bed at way-too-fucking-early o'clock, see my grandparents for the first time in ages, and watch my mom walk for her MBA.
That screams "BEER, now!" to me.
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Me, I think a few pitchers of cider are in order.
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For my part, I think a stroll to our friendly neighborhood ghetto liquor store is in order.
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We are thinking we should be down for a visit come August.
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Which explains the crankiness so well, doesn't it?
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