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and i'm drinking bad vodka. i could be drinking some five-time distilled yuppie-bullshit potato-juice... but i'm not. i'm simply drinking bad vodka. it tastes good with orange juice. and i'm ok with that. but that's not what gives me pleasure. you know what gives me pleasure right now? (this is a rhetorical question) what gives me pleasure right now is this: my cat can kick your cat's ass. pussy. my cat drinks bad vodka. so fuck you and where you wanna be. i don't even own a cat. the cat owns me. bitch bought the vodka. |
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err.. i meant AWSOME!#$* )@@@! |
maybe. so keep going swine. i want to relish a state of bad vodka vicariousness. |
bought a one way to portland, JFK-->PDX 3/31 FISHES. |
i, too, am drinking cheap vodka. in my usual way: metered and methodical. ice-cold, straight-up, and with zakuska. all damn night. sometimes i go from 4pm to 5am. i have a bus story. something that happened today it's a story about a man on a bus who had shit on his shoes. but i've had too much vodka to concentrate on telling it. have been thinking about what you said, nate. will get back to you when more clear-headed. |
we need a drummer. |
(son you can't do nothin' lying on your back!) |
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Portland! You should come visit. Nate, I'm very proud of you. |
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you and dave should move to portland. nate-- was there some specific event that made you stop drinking or did you just quit for general health? i went through a period where the idea of drinking alcohol repulsed me-- but that didn't last long. i'm drinking bad vodka again. thinking about whipping up a bhang lassi. i've been obsessing about getting married and having a kid lately. maybe a bhang lassi will fix that. |
either way and unrelated, i broke it off with that girl. we were on good terms for awhile, and she had this little fête and invited me. (and my using fête is because she used fête, and giving the timing of things and the her being a francophile it now occurs to me we were probably celebrating bastille day.) at the fête i knew next to no one, and was running manic, and soon i was the life of my own party. oh, there was this meek little snivel named jason who follows similar trends in eyewear and hairloss as i do. my ex introduced me to him "this is jason, he looks just like you." i think we both said 'hi' and that's all i remember talking to him. apparently, at some point, i ripped him a verbal new-one. i remember standing in my ex's doorway and having her yell at me about how i'm a total asshole and i was really mean to jason and blah blah. jason was hovering in the house behind her. apparently he was flipping me off behind my back the whole night. we filtered off to this little club and he followed. i remember buying shots of don julio for the bar and then running my hand up my ex's skirt and her saying "someone forgets we're not dating anymore." jason was in the background then. that was the other thing about him. he had a huge crush on her. if he had swung on me instead of flipping me off behind my head, he would have been fucking her instead of watching her yell at me for being mean to him. i'm way off topic here. the net of that night was that i decided i didn't like that part of me and i stopped getting drunk. i dropped down to drinking socially, and switching to water after a couple drinks. shortly after, when i was diagnosed bipolar, i started keeping a mood journal. i was probably averaging a drink or two every other weekend when i realized that even one beer will set me back for a couple days in the skullmeat department. i've justified drinking eight 2,000 yen beers in a night, but i can't do a two day hit on my happiness anymore. so, that's it. i really don't miss it. don't miss the green, either. that devil shit, i miss, but i don't tend to be places where it lives. but fuck, i guess i do miss it. i remember drinking and writing in the sorabjispace, pint jar of absolut, nineteen-ninety...six? seven? |
1997. there's a lot more to say- but i don't have the energy to say it. right now i'm drinking trini rum and pineapple juice. thinking about the lyrics to "baker street". it's corny, but after i leave this town that song will never sound the same again. |
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and then this. |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h81Ojd3d2rY |
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I am graduating tomorrow night. But I forgot to tell you guys that I did well on my last test. I did well mostly on Math more than any subjects :-) Now, I was suspended for one day last Friday,for throwing my tamtrum and now, on finding a new jobs and looking forwards to start college . :-P |
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