I'm feeling all impressed withmyself for opening a bottle of wine with my thumbs.

I'm feeling more impressed because I'm somehow managing to drink this shitty wine.

I had something of importance to write, but now I've got a good buzz and no memory, so I guess that's not happening.

I just finished re-reading Maus.I think I got alot more out of it this time.

Basically, it's a Holocaust story, and fuck, I feel like I'm writing a book report. I either need to be much more or much less drunk for that shit.

Um. Yeah. I don't know. I think I'll just start posting whatever I write on paper. It's easier than coming up with new bullshit for here all the time, yes.

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Steven says (9:13 PM):
My booze smells like boots.
What a sad excuse for a Canada Day
Paul says (9:17 PM):
i'm about to have the time of my life tomorrow.
Steven says (9:17 PM):
Oh?
Paul says (9:18 PM):
vegas. tomorrow. 21 now.
Steven says (9:19 PM):
Wicked.
Paul says (9:21 PM):
want to come?
Steven says (9:21 PM):
Love to, couldn't get there in time
Paul says (9:21 PM):
i'll use my instant telepotty.
Steven says (9:22 PM):
What're your plans when you're there?
Paul says (9:23 PM):
-shrug- hit up some titty bars, toss back a few, game at the arcade and get laid if i'm lucky.
Steven says (9:23 PM):
...or buy a hooker.
I hear they're quite classy down there.
Steven says (9:24 PM):
Besides, it's something everyone has to try at least once before they turn 25.
Paul says (9:25 PM):
what? whores?
Steven says (9:27):
No, getting laid. BAM!


That one's for Neil Patrick Harris. It wasn't as funny as when he did it.