Or really, just when you felt like you were really starting to be completely fine with being alone, you get something to remind you that your hormones still have a say in all this. To wit: I was going through and writing down shot recipies when I came upon the following list of shot names, ...
I’m sort of jumping around in the time-space continuum as I continue to finish up writing about the end of my roadtrip, since I didn’t have internet access for almost 10 days (which for me, is a ridiculous period of time, proving that I need a laptop). So let me bring you all up to ...
This prestigious award goes to the stretch of U.S. 60 betweent Clovis, New Mexico and Amarillo, Texas. When I was heading back to Interstate 40 from Roswell, I decided to head straight back up to I-40 through Amarillo rather than going through Lubbock, Texas. U.S. 60 picks up in Clovis and takes you all the ...
Note: For those who can’t read music, that’s the Twilight Zone theme Back to the road trip for a post or two. I had decided to stop by Roswell, New Mexico, since I was already out in that general direction. As a souvenir shop owner I spoke to later that day put it, “Anyone going ...
On a much happier note, my heat has been, (at least temporarily) fixed! The thermometer in my room is slooooooooooooooowly creeping back up towards the seventy degree mark, up from the ridiculous 56 degree mark it hit this afternoon. If it stays fixed for more than a week, I’ll probably die of shock.
I think I would have gotten a much bigger laugh out of the Free Condom Harsh Reminder of Sexless Existence story in The Onion if it didn’t remind me so much of the guys with the nudie cards in Vegas reminding me of my sexless existence. But then I got wasted and made out with ...
I’ve had a couple of requests for misspellings of names and removal of last names from people who I link to in order to protect anonymity/non-Googleability. Anyone else who would like this consideration, please let me know. Anyone who links to me, I don’t care. I’m not in a position with any sort of responsibility, ...
Ok, it’s so cold in my apartment that it took me an hour and a half to thaw my feet last night, so I think I’m going to bed early tonight so I don’t die tomorrow at bartending school. Fucking Conrad. The heating guy is supposedly going to fix this for good tomorrow, though that’s ...