Whadda day:

[p0tat0es]

Resigned myself to sleeping in when I went to bed last night. Too bad I was up after 5.5 hours. Got domestic on my apartment's ass, and then went and ran some errands. Went to Belltown to find food, leading me to Sit & Spin, where, in a weird replay of last night, I ran into huntingtonforge. We sat and chatted fer a bit, and then I took my loser ass to see Lord Of The Rings (no, I hadn't seen it yet). I think I might have to go read the books now. I tried to find them at Twice Sold Tales, but no dice. Came away with The Agricola and The Germania by Tacitus instead. A short jaunt down Broadway landed me at QFC for some extra h0tt XXX gr0c3ry shopping. Got about half done - will get all the produce at Pike Place in the morning.

Is it just me, or are the most interesting parts of Olympic events the crashes?

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[sillyape.livejournal.com]

If I remember correctly, that was the Valentine's Day when Monica and Erin were visiting, and I went to Ileen's and got fucking BLASTED, then took off all of my clothes while walking down Broadway and screaming at people like an ape. Then I got home to find Ziggy, Scott, Erin, and Monica having a foursome on the Monkey House couch. I got a few "join us" signals from them, then I went into the bathroom to puke for a while, and called Sam. After a drunk 3am call to Sam, I went to City Market to buy beers for everyone, then ended up drinking half of the Black Label 1/2 rack behind Scott's apt building on Olive St and Howell. I stumbled back home with 5 beers, they were all still going at it, I let out a huge belch, said, "FUCK DA WORLD", went into my bedroom and fell face first on my bed, waking up 14 hours later fully clothed with the feeling that a Mack truck had parked on my face, repeatedly.

Ah yes... memories.