Party Central
Big festivity last night. In fact, I?ve been partying like a rock star for almost 72 hours straight. Well, when I say rock star I actually mean backup rhythm guitarist. But until all my friends reach their 21st, I am forced to settle for mediocrity as far as the social engagements are concerned. Because my apartment was the axis on which the wheel of merriment spun, I was once again given the job of ?not getting any tail?. A responsibility which I took on, and thrived at. I?m not sure if it was the fact that it was my apartment, or that my allure towards women is in short supply. Well, I?m not going to worry about it, because if the good Lord wanted me to be with a woman right now, He wouldn?t have let my mail order bride get stuck in customs. What a tragedy that was. The first time I talked to her, she was really excited to move here and escape the iron hand of communistic China. She was also very curious whether I owned a cat or not, she just wouldn?t let it go. So I was like, ?Hey! Take it easy! If you?re hungry I?ll make you a sandwich!? Well?. pillow?s a callin my name, and I gotta be out like the contents of Kurt's stomach after one shotgunned beer. This place is dead anyways.