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The Old Man Is Snoring . . .

August 5, 2007 2:40 AM

t's raining like a motherfucker. No, I don't mean, as Mr. Utah might think, that people are throwing money around. Instead, I mean that water is falling form the sky--a lot.

Last night was pretty fun--it was Bluebunny's going away party, which was, of course, bittersweet. But I think everyone had a good time. Except for L-Dawg, who was far too drunk to even be aware of where he was. His extreme level of intoxication was due, surprisingly enough, to a new drink he invented. It's tentatively called an "Australian Tea," and involves peach-flavored crystal light, lots of rum, and lots of lemon-flavored vodka. It might not sound good, but it taste like heaven and there's not a hint of alcohol flavor. Not that I mind alcohol flavor but, you know, in case you do (ahem Mr. Vice ahem), it's great.

Anyway, we rounded out the night over at L-Dawg's place, although I wouldn't say L-Dawg was there. Rather, I would say that he died slowly on the couch. And then Mr. Utah showed up and it was awesome. And then Mr. Utah left and I was sad.

I woke up today and went to the MPRE review thing. God, I can't believe I have to take another fucking test. This one doesn't seem that bad, but it still sucks. What sucked worse, though, was the MPRE Bar/Bri class. It was fucking lame. I left early. I wish I had left earlier.

Then I just came home, watched TV, hung out, did nothing. It was glorious. I love fee time.

Later, L-Dawg and I watched Property Ladder, our new favorite show, and then I went and saw The Bourne Ultimatum. I thought it was pretty decent, although I noticed a distinct lack of ultimatums.

Tomorrow, I'm going to clean my apartment, something I haven't done in--well, I'm not going to admit how long it's been, but it's been a fucking long time. I think there may have been snow on the ground last time. Whatever.

Oh. And I have a date. Maybe.



4 Comments


ooo, well, "maybe" you'll have to tell us about it.




Ismael Tapia II said:

I will, if there's anything to tell.




TheExpat said:

Uh uh, nix that. You will tell us all the juicy details (fabricated or not) upon returning from said date and not leave one little tidbit (save the name of said potential female) from our whetted vulture-like beaks.

Caw Ka-caw muthafucka.




bff said:

>>>although I noticed a distinct lack of ultimatums.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!




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