(via jessicareed)
What, no spinners?
Pfft.
Hey mom, when are you picking me up from soccer?
I went for a couple drinks with my friend Jules last night.
I got drunk.
I know I drank a bottle of wine, probably close to a dozen rye and gingers, and some drop shots; I think 2 Dr Peppers and a Jager Bomb, then I met a good friend from work, so we went to his plcae after work, we stopped at my place for booze; a mickey of Rum, 8 bottles of beer and 2 bottles of wine.
Now, there is another guy from work sleeping on my couch.
I had to wake up to take some advil and water.
Some dick next door is revving his motorcycle.
I have a 2:08 tee off time.
And I have to work from 7 pm to 5:30 am tonight.
I am going to call in sick next friday to get a long weekend and party.
Once I’m a rock star, I already got the lifestyle down.
Guns, hotdogs, and american flags to our hockey theme? My round Canadian head is flapping with rage!
It’s enough to make one punch a beaver.
The best part is that the rights to the song were bought by a rival television network, CTV. Mayhaps we’ll hear it on TSN some night.
Note: I read in yesterdays Toronto Sun that TSN will be using the theme for their NHL airings.
So it’s quarter after five in the morning here. My sleep schedule is a bit wonky from working midnights so long. I want to learn to play guitar. I’ve read in to it, and I either want to get a Fender, I’ll have to settle for a Squier until I learn to play, or a Martin, which is a rare, cool guitar, and relatively cheap.
I’m going to lay in bed, have a cigarette, safe, I know, and watch How I Met Your Mother.
