Why Do I Torture Myself So?
Sigh … so I’m out in Windsor … just finished a basketball tourney that an old work chum put together … and now I’m as red as a lobster … glad to see that I put in all that time tanning at the beggining of the summer … only to have a late heat bloom in the fall burn me to a crisp … sigh … I’m gonna look soooooo dreamy tomorrow as Kristy’s date for the wedding …
So what’s going on out here … not much … pretty much the same old same old … Stevie’s still the same late-arrivin guy he always is, but the difference of course now lies in the fact that he brings someone along for the late ride … oh yes I’ve met her and I quite like this matchup … they’re quite the couple …
Spoke with Erika briefly … what the hell was I thinking there …
I missed the Kid Rock concert! DAMNIT!!! Ah well, when he releases a better album I’ll go and catch the tour to support THAT … heh heh heh …
Well … drunken frivolity is about to ensue … I’d better go get liquor’d up … if I do anything drastic like lose my pants or something … I may post it … or perhaps even pictures so there’s proof …
