"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Orchestral Suite No. 2 - Menue.

I know I'm drunk because:

  • I remember which way the key turns in the gate, so I get it on the first try.
  • I can type my ssh keyphrases.
  • Eric Gallo is telling me we should be good friends but not that kind of good friends.
  • There are hot girls around, and them telling stories involving their boyfriends penis -- who is sitting next to them -- and puke-covered hair is not detrimental to their overall hotness.
  • I am blogging about being drunk.

Yay for new people to be an ass around! Though as I said, we like to send Gallo in as sort of a shock trooper. He goes in, softens everyone up, then we hurtle in in all our drunk-ass stupid fucker glory, and nothing we do is worse than his typical "I can totally kill two more pitchers" behavior. Much less-than-three, bitches.

A big eff you to all you hatahs.

O'Donnell: Your software is not going to be finished tonight, but it's your own damn fault this year!

August 4, 2005 1:26 AM
Comments

evan is asleep (and snoring) on the kitchen floor!

Posted by: maggie at August 4, 2005 2:24 AM

I woke up in my bed - puke free.
How the fuck did THAT happen?

Posted by: Evan at August 4, 2005 8:40 AM

Magicks, obviously.

Posted by: bda at August 4, 2005 11:41 AM

I long for beer o'clock.

Posted by: Daniel at August 4, 2005 3:44 PM

Gin o'clock is way better.

Posted by: bda at August 5, 2005 9:09 AM

wait, those are two different times?
I guess I missed that part.

Posted by: Evan at August 5, 2005 10:29 PM

It's all based on your time zone. Rum o'clock is right before I start work.

Posted by: Daniel at August 10, 2005 1:28 PM
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