Man, can you believe we're only a month away from 2016? I only bring that up because I accidentally typed in 2016 in the post title and the realized that it's only 30 days away. That's pretty fucking crazy man.
So I've been really fucking sick the last couple days and that's totally fucking sucked horrible balls. That's real terrible, for me any way, not really you. Plus I've gotta go to work while I'm basically the Horseman of pestilence. Not cause I'm forced too or anything, no, I work under a union. I'm not going to go into how I feel about unions, because that would be worth a whole other blog. Lets just say I agree with what unions should be but not what they are. The end. Plus I'm now on my weekend and I can totally recover... I hope.
No matter what I feel about unions, I'm still fucking sick. Drunk, too, actually. Sick and drunk. Drunk and sick? I don't know the order, but the facts are the same. Rum and cherry Coke is really good when you're sick. I also have been binge watching Workaholics for the last two or three days, while I have been sick, and I think it's actually a really good show. Some of the jokes are really lame, especially the 'jokes' from Adam, but I think it's supposed to be that way. It makes it authentic. I don't know a lot about many of the different 'cultures'.. Wait, I think what I mean is I don't know a lot about the different types of white people. That being said, I TOTALLY know all about being a fucking drunk, high, moneyless idiot who thinks that he should still be in college. I am no longer moneyless, but I am still those other things. You know what, I wouldn't have it any other way. I think that's why I really like this show, cause, even though I'm drunk and moneyless (compared to some people) I can still appreciate the fact that I have great friends, even though I'm a drunk (basically). '
I just tried reading what I wrote earlier, like a minute ago, and I didn't really think it was that great. Or readable at all. Fuck. I'd like to think that it's because the text I'm reading as I'm writing is really small. I think it's actually because I'm a little drunk. A lot drunk? Who knows...
Oh wait, I know, I am drunk.
Enough about me, lets talk about you. Write me a comment or some kind of PM and I'll get to you in like, a week.
Or a month.
Woof, I'm drunk.
So I've been really fucking sick the last couple days and that's totally fucking sucked horrible balls. That's real terrible, for me any way, not really you. Plus I've gotta go to work while I'm basically the Horseman of pestilence. Not cause I'm forced too or anything, no, I work under a union. I'm not going to go into how I feel about unions, because that would be worth a whole other blog. Lets just say I agree with what unions should be but not what they are. The end. Plus I'm now on my weekend and I can totally recover... I hope.
No matter what I feel about unions, I'm still fucking sick. Drunk, too, actually. Sick and drunk. Drunk and sick? I don't know the order, but the facts are the same. Rum and cherry Coke is really good when you're sick. I also have been binge watching Workaholics for the last two or three days, while I have been sick, and I think it's actually a really good show. Some of the jokes are really lame, especially the 'jokes' from Adam, but I think it's supposed to be that way. It makes it authentic. I don't know a lot about many of the different 'cultures'.. Wait, I think what I mean is I don't know a lot about the different types of white people. That being said, I TOTALLY know all about being a fucking drunk, high, moneyless idiot who thinks that he should still be in college. I am no longer moneyless, but I am still those other things. You know what, I wouldn't have it any other way. I think that's why I really like this show, cause, even though I'm drunk and moneyless (compared to some people) I can still appreciate the fact that I have great friends, even though I'm a drunk (basically). '
I just tried reading what I wrote earlier, like a minute ago, and I didn't really think it was that great. Or readable at all. Fuck. I'd like to think that it's because the text I'm reading as I'm writing is really small. I think it's actually because I'm a little drunk. A lot drunk? Who knows...
Oh wait, I know, I am drunk.
Enough about me, lets talk about you. Write me a comment or some kind of PM and I'll get to you in like, a week.
Or a month.
Woof, I'm drunk.
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