Sweltering hot garbage.
I tried to drink this past weekend like I did years ago, and I failed miserably. There’s a silver lining here – this is evidence that I’m less of a piece of shit now than I used to be. That is, however, covered up by the poop that the silver is wrapped around.
Christ, I feel awful. Anyway, here’s the thing about stuff. The fellas and I got together last Friday night to live stream and record some Three Guys – a clever and lovely internet audio program. Things went well, I think, but I never really know while we are recording. I find out when I have to listen to the shows while I edit them. This is occasionally tedious, but it’s actually been pretty fun the last few times. A lot of the fun is picking up on silliness and subtle jokes that I missed during the show. This time I’m a bit concerned, because I got really drunk really quick, and I felt like I was hauling ass through the shows, not covering shit, and not paying attention to anything. Plus, I think that one of the episodes may have been completely lost. We’ll find that out… probably tonight.
I’m not totally blown about it, though, because I don’t think I wasted any of the good material. Much more importantly, we’ll be able to record much more frequently, much more muchly. Much. Mulch? Let’s go mooch some milk. Anyway, my roommate situation ends this Friday (well… Saturday, I think I’m helping him move his shit). I’ll get to live alone again, as I prefer it, and I’ll be able use my damn studio any day of the week and won’t have to counter-program against things that most people would do on a Friday night AND my own desire to bury my dick in some skank. Now it could just be any, I don’t know, Tuesday after work.
A quick note on the dick thing of mine – I had two things that I tried to line up this last weekend and only managed one. It was alright. It makes me feel kind of scummy to say, but it’s true – some people aren’t good at sex, and some of those people are women, and some of those women have their not-good sex with me. I have a lot to say on this subject, but for now I’ll just say that a guy cumming is in no way indicative of your skills. It’s not hard for me to jizz. It’s very easy, and I do it all the time. Anyway, there’s a chick that I really, REALLY want to get with, and I don’t want to wait for the weekend. I think I’m going to pop for a hotel room so I can do awful things to her rumpus. Mmmhmmm.
tl;dr – Hungover, concerned about the recording, happy to get my place back much muchly, and hoping to knock boots with a cutie’s patootie.
Yeah, that’s it. I gotta get back to working on this shitty work I have to work on.
Breaking News – That Gatoraid G2 shit is amazing. I just downed a bottle a half an hour ago, and already feel way better. I shall invest in this product.