10:24 a.m. - 2009-10-23
Blame It
I'm pretty sure I'm immature.
'Cause this sentence courtesy of virginistic just summed up what I hope to be my night and morning tomorrow:
3. I'm getting wasted this weekend. I am so ready to act like a college student again for two days...
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol...
(And that kush!)
Long story on how I came up on that, but since this will officially be the last time for a while that I get to smoke freely, I'm about to take full advantage...
I realized the other day that I miss college so damned much that it's not funny. I miss the social network I had such easy access to.
Once you become an adult, and work part or full-time, you really start to appreciate those experiences you had in school.
Won't let it bum me out too much, though. I've been looking forward to today for about three weeks.
Why?
The Wife leaves today for a conference. Overnight. So this is the first time I'll be in this residence solo.
Maybe, just maybe...I'll use my new quarters for evil instead of good this evening.
Which usually means weed, alcohol, porn and some extra-creative shit that I won't even remember I've done until I wake up on my living room floor.
And on that note, I'm off to find a newspaper and a hairbrush, in reverse order.
Hopefully, work this afternoon will go by really, really quickly.
