Happy 26th, Trae!
Goddam I'm old and drunk. Trae's girlfriend reminded me tonight of my 25th, where her and her friend Eliza baked me a cake with "Happy Birthday Assface!" on it. How sweet! I don't remember what the hell happened the next year. Does it matter?
I did see some old friends I haven't seen in awhile tonight. Zeb. Kara. Thompson. Guess I'll be goin' to Zeb's celebration next Friday. Yay! I don't visit the Mansion in the Ghetto as much as I should.
Ahhh...It's 1:04 and I've already text messaged Xena tonight. I guess that's enough drunken non-personal communication for tonight, including this. So I must sleep, because work at 8:00 beckons!

Man, this post doesn't make sense at all. G'night.

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.

NATE:: So hey, its nate. i'm drunk again, but it feels like the first time... I apprehended Culito's password ages ago and now i'm taking advantage. So, all I can really tell you about Cully is that he should have named his website "The man who loves Bartles and Jaymes".com. I thought i had spelled Bartles wrong but it was really James. Go figure. That doesnt change the fact that I want to fight Culito and that I figured that the only way to be a man about it would be to call him out on his own drunken website. Am I right, beatches?