Life Without A Hangover
13 May 2001 11:23![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
juldeaSo I've figured out that drinking in bars or restaurants just is NOT worth the money. I spent $30 having 6 drinks over 3.5 hours at Galileo's last night, and ended up with a half-hour buzz at about the time my internal sleeping clock kicked in and said it was 2am, and time to sleep. That $30 could have been spent more wisely, even if I still just spent it on getting drunk.
And speaking of, my next liquor purchases (whenever the hell that'll be, it's bills time this month) are going to be buttershots and some bailey's, because I love me those buttery nipples.
Somehow, EVERY time Pixel jumps up onto the computer table, ONE of her paws manages to turn the printer on. It's amazing. I don't know where she got her aim -- the button is barely half an inch in diameter.
Today is "change the way things look" day. I'm going to redye my purple streak, attempt to Nad's my legs (the prospect of not having to shave every week, which I pretty much have to do to be a performing dancer, is incredibly tempting), and most of all, clean my damn apartment. I figure these activities will definitely keep me occupied until 6 when Jason gets home from work, at which time I will probably use his presence as an excuse to stop working and have some fun. Whee!
Mud is your best friend, worship mud.
So Gaea Spore is no more. I have this dream that Davy will get so miserable in Australia not making music that he'll come back and rejoin the band... but how likely is that. Of course, I also have a dream that I'll wake up with mad bass (and a few more instruments) playing 5k1llz and an incredibly free open schedule and Brendan and Chris and Thom will fall at my feet to join their band. Another thing that's just not gonna happen...
So, here's Maximilian's live journal, and here's Rachel's. Oh, and Lyle has decided to list me as a friend too. That's good, even though I don't know him very well. :)
So, it's time to begin working on changing appearances, I guess. 26 and 2 up ahead of me, and all of that.
And speaking of, my next liquor purchases (whenever the hell that'll be, it's bills time this month) are going to be buttershots and some bailey's, because I love me those buttery nipples.
Somehow, EVERY time Pixel jumps up onto the computer table, ONE of her paws manages to turn the printer on. It's amazing. I don't know where she got her aim -- the button is barely half an inch in diameter.
Today is "change the way things look" day. I'm going to redye my purple streak, attempt to Nad's my legs (the prospect of not having to shave every week, which I pretty much have to do to be a performing dancer, is incredibly tempting), and most of all, clean my damn apartment. I figure these activities will definitely keep me occupied until 6 when Jason gets home from work, at which time I will probably use his presence as an excuse to stop working and have some fun. Whee!
Mud is your best friend, worship mud.
So Gaea Spore is no more. I have this dream that Davy will get so miserable in Australia not making music that he'll come back and rejoin the band... but how likely is that. Of course, I also have a dream that I'll wake up with mad bass (and a few more instruments) playing 5k1llz and an incredibly free open schedule and Brendan and Chris and Thom will fall at my feet to join their band. Another thing that's just not gonna happen...
So, here's Maximilian's live journal, and here's Rachel's. Oh, and Lyle has decided to list me as a friend too. That's good, even though I don't know him very well. :)
So, it's time to begin working on changing appearances, I guess. 26 and 2 up ahead of me, and all of that.