Friday, February 15, 2008
Daily Whatever: I am so over it
There's a lot of people I want to hit and/or douchebag, but today I just cannot be bothered. I had planned to spend my Valentine's day having a drink with a friend who's birthday it was, then stop by my friend and labmate SisterChristian's soon-to-be former apartment for a moving out party. Then I was going to come home and get some work done, watch "Lost", and go to bed early. Instead of just having a "quick beer" with my birthday friend at our work local, I had a glass of scotch, a gin martini, and some kind of fruity yet potent shot that the bartender made for all his regulars. Then, instead of just "stopping by" SisterChristian's, I drank beer, stuffed my face with chicken biriyani, smoked her hookah, and found my semi-drunk ass finally getting into a cab around midnight. Once I got home, instead of working or going to bed like a good girl, I popped open another Heineken and watched some TV.
I'm not hung over, but I am exhausted. I haven't gotten much sleep all week, and today it's been especially challenging trying to haul myself out of bed. My neighbor is shouting at someone that he is a fucking asshole, my alarm is grating on my last nerve, and I am physically having trouble keeping my eyes open. I also need to do a ton of shit that should have been done yesterday, and I have to take out grad school recruits tonight and show them a good time (drink heavily). There are a lot of things I would like to say I want to hit, like Razzyphiles who link me on the F/V Northwestern's message board, or hot guys who send me sexually suggestive text messages, or bartenders who always insist of mixing a round of free shots. There are even more things I'd like to douchebag, including my neighbor, my clock radio, my looming and extremely burdensome workload, grad school (per usual), bitches who spend Valentine's Day sober and watching The Vagina Monologues, Roger Clemens, and the show "Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant." I just don't have it in me today. Sorry, dudes. I'll hit y'all with a hot blast of Razzification as soon as I wake up. In the meantime, have a great weekend.
I'm not hung over, but I am exhausted. I haven't gotten much sleep all week, and today it's been especially challenging trying to haul myself out of bed. My neighbor is shouting at someone that he is a fucking asshole, my alarm is grating on my last nerve, and I am physically having trouble keeping my eyes open. I also need to do a ton of shit that should have been done yesterday, and I have to take out grad school recruits tonight and show them a good time (drink heavily). There are a lot of things I would like to say I want to hit, like Razzyphiles who link me on the F/V Northwestern's message board, or hot guys who send me sexually suggestive text messages, or bartenders who always insist of mixing a round of free shots. There are even more things I'd like to douchebag, including my neighbor, my clock radio, my looming and extremely burdensome workload, grad school (per usual), bitches who spend Valentine's Day sober and watching The Vagina Monologues, Roger Clemens, and the show "Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant." I just don't have it in me today. Sorry, dudes. I'll hit y'all with a hot blast of Razzification as soon as I wake up. In the meantime, have a great weekend.
Labels: Daily Douchebag, Daily Dude I Want to Hit, Razzification
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I thought "Scott Baio is 45 and Pregnant" WAS "The Vagina Monologues" because it is about a pussy that won't stop talking!!!!
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: 2/15/2008 2:09 PM
: 2/15/2008 2:09 PM
you must have forgot, we can't read your posts on the deadliest catch related website because most of us aren't as big of fans of sig hansen as you are. oh, that and you have to be registered, which i just can't bring myself to pull THAT trigger...
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