What gets red wine stains out?

My apartment is drenched in red wine. It's everywhere. There have been quite a few incidents involving drunken people dropping things. Surprisingly - not any of them have even been me. (I think, at least, there's one that I can't remember happening, but I'm going to assume that one was someone else. My new Neil Gaimen hardcover book - and I usually never even buy hard covers, because theoy cost way to much - is now dyed red.

Shhh...don't tell my landlord. Although, I don't feel as bad about that as I should. But my oven hasn't worked in a year, so I think we're even.

Getting a little crazy with the girls

OK – first things first… “FACEBOOK IS TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE” ?!?!? What the fuck is that? I haven’t been online in just about 36 hours now, and the withdrawal is starting to hit pretty hard. How DARE they! Bastards.

Anyway…just more time to talk to you lovely people, I suppose.

Oh…phew. Back into Facebook. Life is good now.

ARGH! Kicked out again. Such a tease. But I suppose I am too, so just karma I guess.

Anyway, I just got back from a lovely drunken weekend at the casino in Niagara Falls with the girls. I good time was had by all. At least, the parts we can all remember.

Not enough gambling time, unfortunately. These crazy people all just want to go to the club. What is up with that? So I got my quick 30 minute gambling fix, and ended up a whole $10 richer. Woo hoo. Randomly ran into my boss in the casino. One of my friends sneezed on him. I’m so going to hear about that tomorrow morning.

The fancy club at the casino had a ridiculous line up, and we apparently weren’t slutted up enough to bypass that ridiculousness, so we hit some ghetto spot downtown that was half dead, and had completely horrendous music. More my style anyways.

Nothing better than a drunken weekend with the girls.

Moral of the story: Jagerbombs are bad.

Just when you think you finally escaped

Wow…even more people from highschool. As if Facebook isn’t bad enough for that shit. So I’m at this party. I see these two girls. I have a second of, “hey, they look kinda familiar’. This passes into, ‘well, I’m already half in the bag, of course they do’. The subject of said party mentions to me later that he knows I wrestled back in the day.

Well, yeah, how’d you know that?
Those girls told me.
Who the fuck are they?
They used to wrestle with you.

Well, no shit?!?

And indeed they did. And they recognize me, from that life many many moons ago. Fucking weird.

Another random thing…there were children crawling all around the bar. Who the fuck has their child’s birthday party at a bar? I mean really, should god forbid I ever spawn, I don’t even think that would ever occur to me. What is the world coming to?

So hell. Raise a glass, chug it down, and say cheers to yet another step towards the complete collapse of society as we know it.