Yo!
It's Tuesday night, and yep, I'm drunk again.
I guess I have an excuse, considering it's fat tuesday. I always hear about it too late, though. Like, I'm just cruisin' around in the ol' company truck and I hear it on the radio..."It's fat tuesday, all the bars are havin' drink specials and girls will be running around with their boobs out!!" And I'm thinking, "Damn!! I know at least a few of my friends are in New Orleans walking the streets with a fucking bucket of fruity 90 proof crap with six straws. (A couple of years ago, one of 'em got a pic with Suge Night.) And here I am at fucking work!!" Maybe it's because it's so early in the year, I always miss it.
At least I got to go see a cool band at the local watering hole and have a few beers. I'll pay for it tommorrow, though, when I'm sitting at work nodding off and slobbering all over the place. Then I'll wonder why the hell I decided to post some stupid crap on drunkagain.com instead of getting that extra few minutes of valuable sleep.
For the fans, the fans.
-C

(sober!)
Damn, how did I forget about that?! Nate reminded me that I saw my friend Travis Swallow a "Little Homie" the night of the last post. I even saw him on Friday and forgot to ask if everything "came out" ok. What a wild ride that little homie must've had.
I did get drunk last night, but I was in St. Louis watching the Koola Kids record some stuff in the studio at Webster College. Look for them on Lajor Mabel Records soon. It's the stupidist shit I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. Fucking brilliant! Space Wal-Mart?! By the end of the session, everybody was pretty toasted, even the engineer, Allison. They had about six minutes of studio time left before the campus cops came and locked everybody out, and everybody was screaming, "Finish the fucking song!!!" They work well under pressure.
Anyways, I passed out on a recliner - I guess it was better than the floor. I'll have to see if I can get some of the pictures of that adventure.
-C

Aigh. I don't think I'm really drunk enough to post, but I'm surely drunk enough to be arrested for drunken driving. Whatever!
I did have a good time tonight; I got to see one of my favorite local bands, Trebuchet. Awesome. One of the benefits of going to a Trebuchet show is that I get to stare at a bunch of indie rock chicks. Too bad they only like the indie rock boys, the ones with the shaggy haricuts that try to look all cool in their carefully chosen salvation army-bought t-shirts and sweaters. Yech. What do you call it? "Stylishly geeky"? "Carefully dirty"? "Calculated greasiness"? Well, whatever. To each their own.
Anyways, I'm off to bed. As mentioned before, I love to sleep. And eat. I would give my left nut for a Loaded omelet biscuit right now. Not like I need to be fertile anyway....
-C

Hey Nate: Whatever, bitch!
Man, I'm relying on my band to deliver me from my mediocre life (including my friends...even Nate, that bitch. I'll take everybody with us to easy living, OK?) but web hosting was not a problem I had intended to deal with. It's the little shit that's bothering me now. My hosting provider for thinline.org has had some problems recently, and I understand. But when all my important emails from that site disappeared from their server, I had some issues. First off, they said that I should have known that their email server was going off line a year ago. I received no such notice. Second, they were being all bitchy about it in an email I got in response to my question, "What the hell happened to my mail?!" I was like, hey, I don't want to switch hosting providers, 'cause I like you guys. I don't want to switch to a big corporation, but my domain name registrar has been very good to me, and they provide hosting too. And they host THIS site. So what do you want me to do? Deal with cranky customer service, or switch to trouble-free (so far) hosting?
I am awaiting a response. Hopefully, they will work things out amicably. Otherwise, screw 'em. That's right!
-C

Whatzup, peoples?! I can forsee a problem for the future of drunkagain.com. I have too many random thoughts about tonight's advendures to make this post enjoyable to read (unless you are drunk youself, in which case this whole thing might actually make sense.) I guess I'll just stick to the facts: I fell down AGAIN tonight!! I wasn't even drunk yet and felt pretty stupid about it. Maybe I can blame it on last night's drunken madness, or my boots. Yep, it was the boots. What else? Oh yeah, I kinda feel privlaged tonight. All my friends are very creative. It's cool to be surrounded by people so artistic. I guess maybe that's why I identify with these people, and am friends with them in the first place. Tonight I got to see them at their creative best, and it was a whole lot of fun.
Other than that, not much else is goin' on, and I'm about to go to bed, which will be a LOT of fun. I love my sleep time. And there is nothing better than waking up in the morn and not having to actually get up. To me, anyway. And, my whole pourpose in life will solidify tommorrow, because my band has a show and playing drums is what I want to do with my life. It may sound silly, but it's true. Everybody's gotta be passionate about something, right?! So find your passion, and go with it, my friend. Carpe Diem.
Drunk again,
-Culito

Yo- Welcome to Drunk Again.com, and thanks for stopping by. Hey! I'm Culito and...guess what?! I'm drunk again!! As promised, I will only update this blog when I'm drunk off my ass. If I post sober, don't worry, I'll put a disclaimer in. Like: "Hey, I'm sober, and I'm just responding to the extremely pathetic post I wrote last night." Anyway...
It snowed a couple of inches here in central Misery and I decided, rather intelligently, I might add, to wear my seldom-worn combat boots for a walk out in the snow. I love my Vans and I didn't want to get them all sloppy and salty ( for fear they might rust.) Unfortunately, my boots have no traction whatsoever, I found out, so I was positive I was gonna fall down by the end of the evening. I was sober, hence, correct.
I was just going to walk over to my landlord's office and pay the rent (late), but once I got that far, I thought, I might as well stop by my favorite watering hole, the east side tavern for a beer or six. Well, I did just that, and walking home, I bit the dust (or snow) right outside my freakin' front door. I usually expect to wipe out at least once per winter, but I've been lucky the last three. Not tonight! Noooooooo! I was just exiting off the Ripley St. turnpike onto my driveway when, wham! I fell straight on my ass. Oh, well, at least I have a high blood alcohol percentage as an excuse!
Later, y'all, and welcome.