Anyways, this weekend was relatively entertaining. I should start off by saying that I am moving this next week which is a bitch, but I am very much looking forward to it. First off, I am going to save almost half my current rent which will either be saved, squandered or both. I am also going to be moving in with two new roomies which is quite welcomed, considering the fact these two seem awesome. I do know, however that things can change quickly when living with others. It has been a little while for me, so it will take some getting used to.
The first roomie is around my age, and is writing her dissertation in psychology so I imagine she will have a hell of a time using me as an observation tool and entertainment. She drinks, smokes, cusses like me and her girlfriend is pretty rad herself. I seem to do well with lesbians.
The other one is a guy who works at some fancy schmancy restaurant downtown, and he seems way laid back, well traveled and started off with a warning: "So I drink. I pretty much always have a bottle of bourbon or absinthe in the house, so I hope that isn't a problem. I am not an alcoholic or anything."
Sure he is.
Who keeps those two particular drinks at their disposal at all times? Alcoholics. And people in the service industry.
Something tells me we are all going to be just fine together.
So, this weekend I met the female one- we shall call her Shari- for drinks at her favorite dyke bar. Before five in the afternoon I was fucking hammered. I ended up stumbling home, wrote some incomprehensible garbage about killer teenage poets and fell asleep reading the Marque De Sade's, "Juliet". Man, that is one sick man.
On Friday however, I was hanging out and found this huge dog wandering around cold and wet. I called his tag number but it was disconnected. The animal shelter was closed. Fuck.
I ended up taking him inside, drying him off and then taking him to get some cans of dog food which he sorely needed.
I remembered Shari's favorite bar was dog friendly, so I took him over there, as he seemed friendly and desperate for attention. Everything was fine until the Giants won. Everyone in the bar blows up in celebration and this animal goes fucking crazy. Just as Shari's gf was running out of the bathroom cheering the dog lunged at her, growling, trying to bite her. Luckily I had the fucker by his collar so he didn't make it but I had to get him out of there. So there I am On a Saturday night with the Giants game on, in the rain with an agro mutt. fuck me.
Luckily my friend Dr. C rolled by and took me to the pound to drop him off at the night drop. By Sunday I had called and he was returned home.
So completely unrelated: Check out this article. Let me know what you think? Does this actually do the normal, rational thinking world a favor? I mean these people are analogous to right wing republican radicals that hardly anyone (with a brain) listens to. Then again, Glen Beck is still fucking alive.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/10/24/catholic-blogs-aim-to-pur_n_773168.html
Look at this guy's photo, too- Doesn't he just look like he is BEGGING to get fucked up the ass?! Irony is a motherfucker.
