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| It's over.
23 hours...
Thousands of dollars...
Thousands of toys...
and hundreds of kids, that otherwise wouldn't, will now have Christmas.
Thank you, all of you.
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| I'm tired of being the third wheel in the situation....
Why do I let chicks get to me like I do? Sometimes I think I'm
too nice of a guy. Then, when I try and be all ass-holish, I
really don't like myself. What can a guy do to let a girl know
you love her, but that you can't talk to her because she drives you
absolutely insane with her games....?
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| Jesus, where do I start......
I guess I should explain my last entry. Thursday Night was the
official Whip's Welcome Back Party at Top Gun. It was a foam
party with $2 you-call-it all night. Right on.....so let's go
out, have a few, and a generally good time all around. Well, a
few turned into about 5 Crown and Cokes.....and about 4 shots of
Jager.....and a four horsemen.......needless to say, I was quite the
shithoused DJ walking around Top Gun. BUT, I wasn't the only
one. In fact, I lasted longer than Whip. So I'm proud on
that one. So Worm found me a way home. I rode with him,
Devin, and Erica drove, while Bo and Holly brought my car. This
is where things got a lot fuzzy. Worm tells me that I started
belting out the Ray Stevens hit "Help Me Make It Through the
Night." Now, let's get something straight. I don't even
know this song when I'm sober. I don't understand how the hell I
could belt it out as stupid drunk as I was that night. That said,
I believe him. I also told Devin that I was going to kiss Worm on
the lips when we got out of the car. I totally tried to cop a
feel too, but Devin wouldn't let me.....hater. Don't hate the
player, hate the game.
Friday, I went to go see Stroke 9 at the Blue Monkey. They put on
a hell of a show too. Frank kept trying to shove liqour in my
face, and I didn't even want to see it. I had the worst hangover
ever on Friday. It's been almost a non-stop barrage of alcohol
since Whip came back. Too much fun to shake a dick at. And
yes, I said dick.
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| So, I'm tired of telling the story of Whip coming back. I think
I've had to tell it about 826 times in the last 48 hours. Ya
know, he seems like a changed man. I'm going to give him that
second chance because that's what I would want done for me.
Eddie Guererro died over the weekend. He was a wrestler for
WWE. It's a sad story. He's married with a couple kids and
beat addiction a few years back. He's been clean ever since, and
just died out of the blue Sunday morning. Needless to say,
wrestling on Monday night was a tearjerker. I TiVo'd
it....because I was busy, frying brain cells.
Whip decided we should all go out and have a minor celebration.
It started at Hooters, innocent enough, with a few beers and Monday
Night Football. Then it went to Library Lounge, where we conned
people left and right out of free beer and shots. After getting
good and shitty, the party proceeded to Whip's place where it ended up
with him, no pants, and Kaz nearly passed out on his couch about to get
teabagged. Farming wierd, my friends.
On the female front, Ashlei and I had a talk. I basically told
her it's for the best if we rarely, if ever, talk until her boyfriend
gets his shit together. He has a problem with me, and that's
cool. I'm a grown man...I can handle it. But usually, I
would just cut him off. I don't talk to this
dude......ever. I just have to hear about it from her, hence the
ultimatum. He's causing me BS, unnecessary drama and I'm not
going to put up with it. Anyhow, brush the shoulders off and
continue with life. There's more fish in the sea.....at least
that's what I keep telling myself.
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