Damn! I'm resorting to non-drunken posts now. Don't worry, One of these nights I'll be drunk and craving computer companionship. After I get my USB vagina simulator, that is.
They're doing constuction on Broadway now...It's about time, 'cause that bridge is a patchy piece of shit!! They have to blast away some of the rocky hill on the south side with explosives and that's freakin' cool! I've always been a pyro. There's big signs up that say "Blasting Zone" (I want one for my bathroom) and "Turn off cell phones and two-way radios" like I'm gonna be talkin' to my "boo" and the signals will cross and I'll blow the hell out of the hill and a couple of poor construction workers with it. I'm willing to take that chance for the sake of my convenience. But it's still cool that they're blowing up a hill that's not more than 7 feet from the road. Ok, I'll stop blabbing about it now.
My band played a few shows here recently and I realized that I'm fatty fat fat and out of shape. I need to start hittin' them tubs more!! I guess I'm not really fat; it's just that when I don't excercise I don't gain weight but just get weak. I tried to squeeze a grape the other day and couldn't bust it. Something must be done. Later.
My "boo" is cookin' me dinner.