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Saturday, August 19, 2006
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Relaxation of the Asshole
The past couple days have been busy as fuck. Thursday night, I went busking to make money to get a Dragonforce ticket. Ditched a drunken homeless guy (who's normally quite friendly, when he's not drunk), fried my voice, sprung my fingers, blistered fingers on my right hand. Today I slept from 10:00 AM to 7:00 at night. Tonight I did it again so I can get a ticket to the Cursive show.
And now all I really want to do is relax with a beer.
I've been thinking about how my drinking habits have changed. I don't really enjoy drinking to get drunk anymore, but rather, I enjoy getting drunk as a reward for enjoying beer, which, for some reason, I prefer to pour into a glass now, rather than drinking it straight from the bottle. I actually make an effort to enjoy the beer on a level that doesn't depend on a high ABV or a large quantity.
I think for once, I'll try it with one of my favorites, the Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.
I really need to find myself a drinking buddy that doesn't prefer liquor.
I will never enjoy the company of a drinking buddy that prefers mixed drinks. Sorry, bitches, but you just aren't my style.
posted by Soup at 4:10 AM 
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