Drunken Diaries, Entry #3: Live Streaming

Apparently, I had completely forgotten about this one until I rediscovered it this evening. It's not so much a lesson I learned, and there's no real observance of any kind. Really, it's just a stream of (un)consciousness. I think it might be closer to most drunken thought than the others. Who knows if this will eventually end up in the book. Whether it does or not, I think it's got at least a tiny bit of entertainment value for the moment:

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Oh no I’m drunk. I’ve got to go to Chattanooga tomorrow for work. My boss is taking a bottle of wine so I guess it can’t be the worst thing ever.
I am the coolest shit ever. I’m looking at awful senior pictures from my high school yearbook. P.S. I’m the cutest baby ever and Aaron is making fun of it. My new name is Mojo. Shut up my senior picture is awful. What? I look 40? There’s no way. Ouch. This is shitty. Now I’m getting quizzed on my high school superlatives. Fuck that. I would have won most sarcastic but it got cut in favor of easiest to take home to mom. Shut up Aaron, my teacher signed it. Suck it. Don’t make me read that again. I have a twin. “that’s a good picture of you and Annie and you” Totally. Mars Attacks rocks.
We spent 1.5 hours playing Grey’s Anatomy for the Wii. It’s awful but I want to finish it.
The fact that my exhaust fan is the first button of the two on my bathroom is annoying. Duh. I want to turn on the light every time I use the facility, and I only want to use the fan every handful of times. Whoever designed this is dumb.
I didn’t sleep worth a shit last night so I hope to pass right out tonight. I already got Friends on and it’s fantastic.
Oh wait, I saw my old boss and my assistant coach this evening at the bar. Not that that is especially note worthy, but I didn’t really get hit on much tonight. There was the older (like 40 year-old) guy that asked to buy my drink when we were leaving but that was it. This is getting ridiculous! I’m damn cute and I spent a decent amount of time grooming myself tonight.
I’m hungry. It’s awful to eat at 2:00 a.m. but I don’t care. What the fuck am I going to eat though? McDondad’s sounds great but I can’t drive anywhere. God—cheeseburger.
Damn I want to watch True Blood. I want to watch True Blood in bed with my double cheeseburger that I got for a dollar.
I would totally settle for a grilled cheese, but I don’t want to make it. Ugh I guess I will drink water and go to bed hungry. Oh no, have to pee. End of diary.