Sunday, theme song: Outlaw torn
Another low key day of doing a whole lotta nothing. I managed to discover that I'm such a sissy while watching terms of endearment & fried green tomatoes and getting all teary eyed.
I also made an ass of myself to the tune of 14 phonecalls (thanks for the ride and the hug Max). Sheesh. But at least now it's out of my system...
Never one to stay in for long, I headed over to Coogan's and sat next to quite possibly the most annoying drunk woman on earth. And I still don't understand why people get offended when I ask them not to touch me. It's my fucking head! How you gonna get mad because I don't wan't you putting your hands on me? Sheesh.
I also met a rather charming bloke from Russia with a fantastic accent. 4 Limon's later and I swear I thought I was seeing pink elephants on parade. Raines advised that I leave #5 right on the bar and we hoofed it over to Malecon for eats.
Normally I don't mind getting wet but when the rain causes me to slide out of my shoes, it's not a good look. Nope. Not at all.
Monday, theme song: Give it to me baby
Slippin out of my shoes wreaked havoc on my back so I'm gonna lay around for a bit. Nothing better to do while laying down than diddle with the doodads.... I didn't buy that soldering iron for nothing.
- I'll be around
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