|hey! llamas AREN'T as funny as popular belief would have you think.
||[Mar. 6th, 2005|02:25 am]
so my phone is fucked up.
so i've been drinking alone lately. a lot.
so i have a massive crush on an underage denny's server.
so i have three cars now, in various states of disrepair.
so my job requires me to bust my ass 6 hours a night graveyard shift.
so my weekends are boring, devoid of anything of interest, and/or generally lacking in excitement.
at least i can dial out.
at least it helps me sleep.
at least she's almost 17. and cute.
at least one of them has heat.. sorta. and one is cooler than the fonz himself.
at least i lost 20+ pounds, and am one muscled, albeit injured mofo.
at least i do things on weekends.
the glass is half empty.
BUT!: (the kicker[part 1])
did you also know that that very same glass is half full????
another fun fact, or "das kickenveiderzwei", also "I love the kicker, part deux", alt title "dr.pepper: how i learned to stop worrying and just drink the shit", aka Life: Shit happens.:
you must drink whatever is in the glass.
that being said, a half empty glass of lukewarm, stale rat piss seems better than a half full glass of lukewarm, stale rat piss. especially if you have to drink it.
that makes absolutly no sense. none. ignore the post above this line, as the author cannot express ideas clearly in print while drunk. the gist of it is life sucks, but kicks ass at the same time. i think.
whisky and cliche's never mix. try coke and lemon instead!
i'm sorry you had to read all that.