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Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 10/29/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: Drinking J.D.
Expertise: Drinking, Snowboarding, Music (Guitar & Tables)
Occupation: Computer related
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
11/5/2003
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| I'm sick... Friggin' stayed home on a Thursday night for the first time in so long. Got some drunk dials from people, which made me even more bummed out. DVo was tipsy and callin' fools! Damn... I need to get over this illness soon.
Anyways, a cold, flu, or whatever I have can't keep me from rollin' out this weekend. I'll be down in SLO tomorrow for an Alumni banquet. It'll be good to see the old guys again and see what they've been up to. I fear tomorrow night's goin' to be a drunken mess. Don't have the RayCam to see what the hell I'll do, so I have to be on good behavior... | | |
| I finally made some progress on my goal to owning a home yesterday. I dropped most of my money into a CD, which I can't touch for quite some time. I know nil about finances, so I hope this is a step in the right direction. At least I won't be able to take out money for random trips to LA, Vegas, or New York. Vacations have been pretty brutal on my pocketbook as of late, so locking my money up is the only way I can prevent myself from spending it all... | | |
| Over the weekend, the Wingman and I got into a lil' discussion on our way down to So Cal about the hoes that have come in and out of our lives. As of late, the Mighty Wingman has become the frontrunner for the "Slut of the Year" award, and I'm happy to see that someone other than myself is in contention to take it. | | |
| After a long hiatus from the Xanga community, I now return to my blogging companions to seek comfort and solidarity once again. The past few weeks have been a growing period for me. And by growing, I mean the expanding number of toxins in my liver due to alcohol. With the warm weather already here, I am no longer going to seek refuge in those dark and blustering places we call bars. Well, I may go once in awhile... can't just give it up cold turkey. I might suffer post-traumatic slut syndrome...
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