Sunday, August 10, 2003
So, here I sit. Alone in my room. Nobody home. Yea, I know what you're all thinking and to be frank, you all know me too well. Since I have left the college world of academics, I feel as though I still have retained my journalistic magic; with much sarcasm and narcisistic swagger. So, without further ado, here we go.
The Weekend
Ok. Let get one thing straight. I have'nt been under the weather like this weekend since I found out that I was moving in with Dana. Haha, just kidding Dana. You know we all still love you, However, to this date we still have'nt cleaned our bathrooms yet. Anywho, Friday night turned out to be one of the biggest fuckeree's in drinking. I will only scratch the surface with what I see fit to disclose. To make a long story short, I managed to turn my brains into liquid shit. Thank goodness this time around it was'nt on a Monday night. I got into a little scuffle with a 1.75 L of Seagrams gin. Needless to say I was on the losing end of that duel. Then, soon enough, I found myself wandering aimlessly around the household of Billy, Fritz, Meyer and Kurtis Blow. Another party well done guys. Good to see people I don't see on a regular basis. That brings me to Saturday morning where a gunshot to my head sounded like a good alternative to the pain I endured until 3:45 that afternoon. Sorry mom, ya live and ya learn. Apparently I have a whole lot more learning to do. Saturday was fruitful in terms of buddying it up and drinking to the point of seeing doubles. Hey, I had a long week of staring at a computer, get off my fucking back. So yea, the Packers won, drunkeness prevailed and I got to see Andy Adamski throw sauerkraut at Corey's Mini Cooper. Personally, I thought it was a waste of good 3-month old sauerkraut. Stweense shows up and we are trying to blow up a bottle of gyro sauce with an M-80. Wonderful mental midgets we are. Before I knew it then, I was at Brad and Cam's where I was playing pool and entertaining Brad's cat. I think the cat likes me, but hey, who does'nt? So that night ended with me making a long awaited trip to land of Oakland Gyros at my predictable time of 3:30 am. Enjoying my shrimp basket ( not a chicken shish-ka-bob), I passed out watching Donnie Darko. That is not the greatest movie to watch when you are 7 sheets to the wind. Today brought me and tone capone to the State Fair, which happened to be our maiden voyage to the area of barnyard animals. There is nothing like hand-feeding a goat with a hangover. I was impressed by the way they seemed to like us, now only if I could make some people act like the goats, then I could become one step closer to my uptopian view of my world. Denis Leary's roast was on comedy central tonight. If ya missed it, you're a moron. This guy is a genius and makes the scariest horror movie seem like another episode of carebears in funland. Well, just felt as thought I shouls let ya in on how big of a mess the weekend was in terms of sobriety. So now, I'm heading to sleepyland where as Lloyd would say is "the only place where my dreams really do come true." All I can say to that is Werd. I'll be rapping at ya again soon (I love Anchower) with some rants and other types of ill-minded shit I need to bitch about. Until then.....Until then.
P.S. How many times do I need to explain my accident involving my knee, the shower door and the chicken shish-ka-bob? Maybe I should write a book. Ehh, someday.
Keepin' it real like always
Mitch
The Weekend
Ok. Let get one thing straight. I have'nt been under the weather like this weekend since I found out that I was moving in with Dana. Haha, just kidding Dana. You know we all still love you, However, to this date we still have'nt cleaned our bathrooms yet. Anywho, Friday night turned out to be one of the biggest fuckeree's in drinking. I will only scratch the surface with what I see fit to disclose. To make a long story short, I managed to turn my brains into liquid shit. Thank goodness this time around it was'nt on a Monday night. I got into a little scuffle with a 1.75 L of Seagrams gin. Needless to say I was on the losing end of that duel. Then, soon enough, I found myself wandering aimlessly around the household of Billy, Fritz, Meyer and Kurtis Blow. Another party well done guys. Good to see people I don't see on a regular basis. That brings me to Saturday morning where a gunshot to my head sounded like a good alternative to the pain I endured until 3:45 that afternoon. Sorry mom, ya live and ya learn. Apparently I have a whole lot more learning to do. Saturday was fruitful in terms of buddying it up and drinking to the point of seeing doubles. Hey, I had a long week of staring at a computer, get off my fucking back. So yea, the Packers won, drunkeness prevailed and I got to see Andy Adamski throw sauerkraut at Corey's Mini Cooper. Personally, I thought it was a waste of good 3-month old sauerkraut. Stweense shows up and we are trying to blow up a bottle of gyro sauce with an M-80. Wonderful mental midgets we are. Before I knew it then, I was at Brad and Cam's where I was playing pool and entertaining Brad's cat. I think the cat likes me, but hey, who does'nt? So that night ended with me making a long awaited trip to land of Oakland Gyros at my predictable time of 3:30 am. Enjoying my shrimp basket ( not a chicken shish-ka-bob), I passed out watching Donnie Darko. That is not the greatest movie to watch when you are 7 sheets to the wind. Today brought me and tone capone to the State Fair, which happened to be our maiden voyage to the area of barnyard animals. There is nothing like hand-feeding a goat with a hangover. I was impressed by the way they seemed to like us, now only if I could make some people act like the goats, then I could become one step closer to my uptopian view of my world. Denis Leary's roast was on comedy central tonight. If ya missed it, you're a moron. This guy is a genius and makes the scariest horror movie seem like another episode of carebears in funland. Well, just felt as thought I shouls let ya in on how big of a mess the weekend was in terms of sobriety. So now, I'm heading to sleepyland where as Lloyd would say is "the only place where my dreams really do come true." All I can say to that is Werd. I'll be rapping at ya again soon (I love Anchower) with some rants and other types of ill-minded shit I need to bitch about. Until then.....Until then.
P.S. How many times do I need to explain my accident involving my knee, the shower door and the chicken shish-ka-bob? Maybe I should write a book. Ehh, someday.
Keepin' it real like always
Mitch
