Y3 D100

Day One Fucking Hundred of year three. That makes what? Holy shit, 831 posts. Sweet mother of good. Verbose much? Damn.

So yesterday... goddamn my life is weird... Wednesday I am in the front row of a Metallica concert and last night I am wearing a fur vest and eye makeup dancing at a gay club with my girlfriend. Love it. Love the contrast, love the insanity. Hey it's hard being me.

Went to work in the morning and busted ass again all day. Trying to get through things and made some progress but not as much as I would have liked. I really wish I could be like other people who during their last week at a company slack. Me? Nope. I have worked harder this week than the last two combined. Just the nature of the beast. Went home around 5 and met TGF, the kid, and my gay asian. We went and had mexican food for dinner which was fun. Then we went back to the house and watched project runway. When that was over we all got ready to leave for the club. We took off around 9 and grabbed our other friend. He was sitting in his backyard pounding 4-Loko. Yeah, 9pm and that's how we kicked it off. Me, TGF, the Gaysian, and my co-department head. Off to the club!!

Our buddy was DJ last night which meant we were on the good list. We got there a little after 10 and danced our asses off until about 12:30. Two and half hours of solid dancing and drinking. I didn't drive and was able to drink as much as I wanted without worry. That's always nice. I may be old and dumb, but I am trying to get smarter. Got home around one and went at it like rabbits until 3. Goddamn this girl makes me happy. My back is a criss cross of nail marks, bite marks, and god knows what else. Love it.

I am fucking happy today and no one will bring me down. Goddamn it's been a while...