beer

i'm sick. when i get sick, i sleep a lot and drink a lot of beer. it seems to work. i think it's been scientifically proven that there's something in beer that kills (brain cells) viruses and the like. i watched the habs lose an important game last night. koivu got winged and was BLEEDING FROM HIS EYE. BLEEDING FROM HIS EYE. this can't be good. bitch is gonna be out for the playoffs, i just know it. jill sad.

two going-away parties this weekend which fall on the same night. i will attend both. at one of them, i get to hang around weird university people who are so awkward it becomes cringeworthy. "so are you still working at the same place?" "where are you living now?" "whose dick is that?" and the like. i hate small talk. oh, and a bunch of them are ENGAGED. one announced her engagement by charmingly stating "hey, we all gotta grow up sometime, right?" jill smash. jill mad. like marriage has ANYTHING to do with growing up. stupid fat slut.

trivia started again and it makes me happy. it makes me happy that my super-team blows every other smug bastard away each and every week we go. little do they know that i have yet to really contribute, (or maybe they do and they keep me around for my impeccable penmanship....) at any rate, i'm happy my beery tuesdays are back... i

i'm out.