Dr. Venkman wrote:Well, madlee...my fellow loser; welcome to the wonderful world of not watching your team play baseball and posting on the drunk thread. I feel for ya brother.

Mets fan with bad punctuation.

well, we took no pleasure in it. If it was the Braves or Marlins, we'd be laughing, but we like the Mets down here in Philly.


I can't believe I have to root for the Red Sox from here on out. If the Phillies lost, I was hoping I could at least root for another lovable loser like the Cubs. However, I have to root against the christian soldiers even though the deserved to win against the phillies and the diamondbacks? barfff... Arizona? no thanks.

Arizona? Can't do it. Red Sox? No way. Fuck baseball. Let's drop the puck!

If I had a dollar for every time my cat farted, I would be rich!!! He is on fire tonight....

Meh, time to roll up me thinks.

For quality of drink, atmosphere, price and clientele, I've been to the best bar I've found in years. Irritatingly, it has been virtually round the corner from me for the past two months. A great bar is a beautiful thing.

I'm going to pass out now.

I've been drunk for the past four or five nights. Somehow I always manage to balance classes with drinking and everything works out just fine.

The more I drink, the more I like drinking.

My tolerance is shooting up though, and it's getting expensive.

drinking alone.

it's better this way.

that damned fly wrote:drinking alone.

it's better this way.

+1

I'm two and a half beers away from being on "Gabbly"

This weekend was fantastic and busy and I am finally alone and celebrating this by being full of shiraz.

Friday, I saw an ex-fiancee of mine who hasn't looked me in the eye or avoided a panic attack the very few times we've seen each other in the seven yrs we've been a[art. I feel worse about nothing than the way I ended that relationship. It was easy, enjoyable to talk to him. No reason to pretend we know each having spent somuch time apart. Redemption.

And then Satruday filled with friends and curry and feverish discussion of art and life. Intensity, I get accused of being intense. I sometimes regret my inablity listen without demanding some sort of engagement. Ive got a lot of energy and fuck that can make me hard to be around, I demand LIFE I demand learning and feed myself these things cause I ain't got the geologic time to deal with dullards and cowards and whining and chill=brahs and bullshit. And sometimes that leaves me lonely and questioning but life is yours to live, its you own responsibilty to feed your brain. And bring shit to the table.

I saw beautiful people this weekend whoare leading lives honoring their responsibilities and servingg their creativity, so many whom I hae met "here". Mssrs Stack, Weissenberger, Orchard, Farster, Monypeny and Rezvani and two dozen other music makers, art creators who I am pleased to have inmy worldd, even tangetially to see how you do it, with your beautiful relationships, your work and lves. I am pleased to know you and wish toserve you rabbit pot pies and cocktails.

Anyway, if I saw you this weekend, you made my life brighter. And I raise my fortieth glass of shirac to you.

xx.

Ms. McGoo, I demand you come back to New York and we can get drunk together.

I have no geologic time for dullards, neither.

Miss Itchy,

That was a perfect drunken post.


Salut!