alcohol

So it turns out that even though beer can kill brain cells, you can still use the ones you have!

Me
it was going to be a huge complex algebraic formula
Friend
oh man, i love algebra!
Friend
almost as much as beer
Me
when beer=n and the capacity of (Friend’s) stomach = x, how many beers can (Friend) drink before his train gets to denver?
Friend
well x=13N, when n is less than or equal to 5.1 ABV, N can be as much as 23, when n is less than or equal to 3.2 ABV, but is only true if the base = 1/2 people to hang onto
Me
However, the theory of Alchotivity states that whilst a value of 5.1 ABV allows for 13N, a value of 3.2 ABV allows for up to 23N, they are both directly proportionate to the ratio of N to P directly. A 3.2 ABV has been know to significantly increase the N to P frequency, as a 5.1 ABV inceases the DrunkMan’s effect. But I digress
Friend
hahahahaha, you got me laughing out loud and (another friend) laughing at me…
Me

LoL!

It’s been a while since I’ve posting anything of actual interest here. I used to scour the internets for content daily, read entire webcomic sites and discover new music…all from the comfort from my desk at work. Now I actually have to work, so videos, posts and links are few and far between. However, whilst watching a YT video a friend had sent me of the “comic Book Guy”, I found the CREEPIEST THING EVER…watch at your own risk.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGI52iiIcxg&feature=related

Dear god, I will probably have to drink myself to sleep tonight after watching this.

On a good note, I found this on the street on about 13th and Grant down by Bender’s Tavern…odd thing to find on a Sunday afternoon in downtown Denver.

Well,  maybe I should post a bit more so that I can get that piece of crap off the main page…

So I’ve gotten over that stuff I was raving about in the post below. Honestly I’m done with relationships and the bad they bring. I love being free to do whatever the hell I want.

Hopefully going line dancing (eeew….i know, right?) on friday with the party people. Saturday is a lan party, followed by most likely more partying at Blu and other undisclosed locales.

Peace!

I tore up my thumb the weekend before last, so life will be left handed for the next three months.

It’s kind of frustrating to be left handed but in all reality it was my fault. A lot of things seem to be a result of my faults lately. I’ve been contemplating the act and commitment of quitting drinking after this last stunt I pulled. The sad thing is that I actually have to think about it. It used to be that I could just stop if I wanted to…but the more you do something, the harder it is to stop.

I have had huge amounts of “friend time” and that has helped to some great extent but despite my best efforts I can’t stop thinking about her. [ahh that's the vicodin kicking in...] She’s in the back of my drugged mind every day now. Even while heavily intoxicated… I don’t know if it’s because she’s not obtainable or if I really do still love her. It sounds sad but it’s the truth.

She told me ” i see a future for us”. I said “I don’t”. Now my ever regretful mind tells me “Wait! I think there’s a future there too!”. To my fear, she is not a part of my future, at least for now. Maybe someday I will get to see her smile again, to feel her skin against mine and run my fingers through her smooth hair.I’m not concerned with her seeing someone else. Although i don’t know what my pathetic self would do if it ever heard “i’m in love” from those perfect lips of hers.

For now, I’ll sit here on this gusty front porch atop a rusty swinging bench, cigarette perched and puffed in my mouth.

Drugged and detached.