Mar don’t like the way the blog is going
that’s a snazzy little layout, if I do say so myself.
lord knows how I did it…
I have a digital camera. which means I document the most asinine shit you can imagine, like the multiple stages of giving myself a haircut.
I should have stuck with the mohawk.
I made rum balls tonight.
they need to be chilled overnight once you put them on a tray, so I’m not sure how they’re going to come out; I imagine poorly. but that didn’t stop me from getting rum drunk and smashing vanilla wafers with a beer bottle in a futile attempt to make holiday treats. consequentially, I’m loaded and sleepy.
however.
it has come to my attention that my blog is going all “Livejournal.”
first I’d like to point out that I beat Mar to the punch (get fucked, Mar).
secondly, if anyone’s going to criticize the blog, it’s going to be Mar; the only day-in-and-out faihthful reader amongst you legions of scummy little trolls.
and lastly, in an attempt to appease the angry Mar god, I offer this.
civil war in Africa! hard news! in a country that you last thought about when Ridley Scott made an overcelebrated war movie based in its capital!
tomorrow’s Christmas Eve.
who would’ve thought?
It was hardly overcelebrated by any means.
So, last night was probably the first time I’ve been loaded at a family function. My parents used my relatives coming from England as an excuse to throw a party. Including going to the bar, I had a good solid 8 hours of top shelf G & T’s, vodka, and beer. Took my cousin’s husband to the Franklin House. He was wondering why everyone there had crazy huge chops for sideburns along with other types of different facial hair variations. The only reason I could give him was that they were townies. He didn’t understand.
First time I have had serious hangover in probably over a year. Got up, felt like shit, decided to try and run it off outside. Got about a half a mile into it, was feeling better. Then all of a sudden… “Shit, I’m going to hurl.” And I did. Upchucked in the street at 11am in the morning in about 4 different locations a couple of blocks from my house. The last time there was a jogger passing by. I can’t describe the look on his face other than it was one part disgust, one part curiosity and the rest was him just trying to pretend he didn’t just see me puke right in the street behind a Toyota Camry.
Merry Christmas Matty
-Smith