What the hell happened this week? Lots.
Sunday Night kicked off with the best informal reunion of old friends. Really really cool shit. One good memory I'm sure to keep.
Forget Monday night. Thank God Abel and Lani were patient with the lousy little fuck they sat with (me)
I was an chilling little asshole at Ionic last Tuesday, and filled in the Star crossword and brutally wounded the inquirer crossword with a blue ballpen.
Wednesday was Immaculate Conception(?!?), My Dad's Birthday, Ate Anne's Birthday, and Champ's Birthday.. It rained carbonara that night. And I remember that I finally finished one of my childhood aspirations that night when I got home: I finished Dune 2 with House Ordos (Stupid Ending for a house so hard to finish...)
Thursday was the sweetest day this week... I get a sure shot at a slot at Baccalaureat(sic). Then we celebrated. nuff said.
And last night? Well, Iron Chef Chinese Chen Kenichi lost to a challenger with a (convincing) sap story, and I left home shortly, indulged in (free) beers at Dox's Birthday celebration, and went home... satisfied. content.
Really, does it take this much to get over a more potent substitute of all this debauchery?
I'm sorry, I must be annoying you all with bitching about one thing for the past posts. For the record, it's the leech in your ass that you regret putting there in the first place because you thought it was a cheap ass version of a liposuction.
If I'm not out tonight, I'll be posting some shit I wrote circa 1999 - 2003. Enough for now. Now isn't this THE Helluva Week.