Best laid plans of mice and men, friends.

[lwoodbloo]

So, the plan was to come home, and be productive tonite. Laundry, writing, maybe some errands. Thank Manny for my moral, ethical, and digestive disintegration. He reminded me that we were going to go out for drinks tonite after work. Twist my arm, why dontcha? So we went, and had a coupla drinks each, I had a mixed drink and three bacardi limons....fine drink that bacardi. We ate, and laughed, and talked bout everything. I must be peculiar. When I drink I talk about politics and books. Shouldn't there be something about women or sports in there? I think my y chromosome is defective.

Then I got home. I went and worked out. After having gone out to drink. Yes, I revel in my strangeness people!


More later. Maybe. If I feel like it.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Do you really live near Kings Highway on the Q? I'd be surprised if it were true because that part of Brooklyn is occupied by scummy, pushy, uncouth, unfriendly, snobby Russians who refuse to speak English.

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[lwoodbloo.livejournal.com]

Indeed I do. I'm several generations removed but still russian. So they issue us deodorant. But I'm still pushy and uncouth

[soul-striptease.livejournal.com]

I wonder how it feels to have a life. Guess I'll never know...

[violetshade.livejournal.com]

li... fe? whazzat?