Today was fucking awesome. Me, Tomahawk, and T in the tower. For some reason they agreed with my request to listen to the 40s station, so we got to chill to the unbeatable sounds of that decade, then for the second half of the night, T put on the "I'm a stoned hippy channel". Besides that, the night was busy enough to be fun, but slow enough to be hilarious.

We sang one of the SAs happybirthday, then made it a mission to make everyone else do it to her to.

The main topic was fisting, specifically I'M GONNA FIST YOUR ASS regularly being used as a threat by a problem person when I was a security guard. We of course discussed "FINE, I'LL JUST SHIT IN THE BED THEN" and "MAYBE I SHOULD JUST SELL MY MOTORCYCLE THEN!", amongst other lame threats.

Unicorns were indeed present tonight, and they weren't even chained to the walls.

After work, I had to walk home, which was pretty alright with me, since it was a really nice night tonight. About halfway here, Ay (my smoking break buddy) pulled up beside me, and gave me a lift. We had a really good conversation about the evils of technology, good and bad rap, and various other things I don't usually get the chance to talk about.

Honestly, life could suck ass right now, and IT DOES in some way I'm really barely aware of at the moment (I.E. I know there's something kinda fucked right now, I just can't be bothered to remember. Probably a Julie thing.), but I don't really care.

Tomahawk spend the last hour of the day or so teaching me how to play Texas Hold'em. I used this knowledge to completely clean house on FaceBook TXS when I got home, up until I met some hindu wanker who continued to go "all in" EVERY SINGLE ROUND, until he got enough capital built up, had gotten me annoyed enough to stop folding, and had managed to actually get a decent hand. This is of course when I matched his all in, somewhere around two grand, and promptly got pig fucked in the eyesocket with my own stupidity. There's a fun mental picture.