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[18 Nov 2009|04:40pm] |
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Okay. You got me. Something's different. I woke up feeling like hell, but now I feel just fine. Wonderful, in fact. Is today some new holiday that has you all drinking more than usual that I somehow don't know about?
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[18 Nov 2009|12:32am] |
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Blues, my dear. I have three clubs willing to fit you into their entertainment schedules and three others who will happily listen to an audition. I shall send details to wherever it may be that you are.
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[14 Nov 2009|05:40pm] |
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Everyone who's making me angry lately? Knock it off. I don't have the patience for this shit.
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[22 Oct 2009|02:08pm] |
[private]
He sent me an armadillo. He didn't forget, or ignore me, or brush it off as a joke. He actually sent one. Bastard.
[/private]
It seems I'm in need of a taxidermist.
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[03 Oct 2009|05:23pm] |
I was feeling near homicidal earlier. The cold does that to me. I wanted to rip someone apart, just for the fun of it.
That's dissipated now, somewhat. Of course, if anyone accuses me of going soft I may change my mind.
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[09 Sep 2009|04:34pm] |
Oh, for fuck's sake. Seriously? No, seriously?
All of you need to grow the fuck up and take responsibility for your own actions instead of hiding behind your little pseudo-mafia. You're not a family, you're a mess.
But go ahead. Keep making me happier I have nothing to do with you.
Fuck.
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[21 Aug 2009|01:30am] |
It's wrong. It feels wrong.
Things are different, and for once, I'm not just talking about myself.
Fuck, I don't know, maybe I am.
It's all shifting, changing, and I don't know what or why, just that it's there.
I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.
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[10 Jul 2009|03:02pm] |
I am still actually conisdering this brothel/saloon idea. To the point that I'm pondering names. I've boiled it down to these contenders:
1) Poker in the Front
2) Babes, Booze and Brawls
3) How the West Was Done
4) Téa Time
5) Saloon
Opinions?
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[24 Jun 2009|02:23pm] |
You know what I miss? Saloons. Sure, Speakeasies were fabulous, but there was just something so much more honest about a good, old saloon; the unabashed gambling, violence and whoring. And, of course, the drinking.
It almost makes me want to start up an honest to goodness brothel. None of this high class escort crap, but a down home, women-in-the-parlour brothel.
Or maybe I just have too much time on my hands.
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[21 Jun 2009|08:54pm] |
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Don't forget to buy your dad a six pack.
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[07 Jun 2009|04:44pm] |
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I'm beginning to feel like I've lost the ability to drama whore. It's relatively disturbing. Perhaps I should start flexing those muscles again.
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[12 May 2009|12:27pm] |
I feel a disturbance in the Force.
Guns, love, come out come out wherever you are.
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[05 May 2009|07:15pm] |
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You know, all those times I complained I was bored? She was not what I was asking for to combat it.
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[04 Apr 2009|07:17pm] |
The boredom needs to end. As does the crankiness. Not that I'm against being bitchy, obviously, but I'm supposed to feel good about it afterward.
My choices:
1) Sex. Pros: It's sex. Cons: Finding someone worthy is so tedious.
2) A spa day. Pros: Indulgence is wonderful. Cons: The minute my toe polish chips I'll be cranky again.
3) Wiping out Omaha with alcohol poisoning. Pros: It'll make me laugh. Cons: It won't last long enough.
Decisions, decisions.
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[28 Mar 2009|02:43pm] |
August Anheuser Busch Jr. would have been 110 years old today.
He was one of my favourites.
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[23 Mar 2009|06:33pm] |
Hey, you. Theon thing. You can drink again. The others still can't. Don't say I'm never nice.
On another note, I'm bored. I wonder how long it would take them to topple the Space Needle if I made everyone in Seattle drunk all at the same time...
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[17 Mar 2009|06:43pm] |
Dizzy earlier than usual this year. Oh well.
Green beer for everyone!
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[03 Mar 2009|12:17pm] |
Nothing like a crashing economy to drive people to a bottle.
Do I even have to try anymore?
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[28 Feb 2009|07:23pm] |
I'm back. Yes, I'm aware that most of you didn't notice or care that I was gone. Except maybe three of you. Let it not be thought, however, that my absence had anything to do with that nonsense; I actually had work to do. Georgia's also reconsidering. Maybe if I get bored I'll set in on Indiana, but for the moment I can't think of a good reason why I'd want to subject myself to the midwest.
Also, apparently I cause cancer in women. But really, what doesn't?
( Private to Big Tobacco )
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