you ever get that weird feeling in your gut?

That weird feeling that tells you exactly what you don’t want to hear, exactly when you need to hear it? Of course you do. We all have that feeling inside of us. the “Oh WTF is wrong now?” feeling that irritates the fuck out of everyone and everything we meet. I’ve been having that feeling as of late. Not the biggest of feelings, but still, nominal enough to warrant some kind of shit eating grin response. 

Hello folks, forgot about that part. Although it does make me seem a little like one of those farm folks that just goes off on a tagent.

“Well, when you reach ol Henry’s barn, you make a left and keep going till you hit the hay bale. That’s when you know you’re fucked. in a literal sense.

Outside of the usual blogstalker bs that happens behind the scenes, its usually nice to know that some of you actually give a damned. And I’m not just talking about the usual bs that happens during higschool hours either. Naaah. I wouldn’t bore you down with those. I’m talking the hunky dory stuff that happens with in life that makes you wonder, “What the hell friggin happened!?”

One such moment happened to me while we were at a friends house celebrating her birthday, everything was going great, the food, the fun, the  festivities, and of course, the fucking drink.

Normally, I can handle myself, but some strange reason, I drank a little much, and thats where the fun started. Luckily, I was out of battery power, or unluckily enough , as I want to get every interesting thing on tape that happens to me. anyways, a few minutes later and I’m on the floor, blabbing like an idiot. A few people helped me to the car, where then, according to one eye witness, I proceeded to thrash around like a moron at a rock concert. Not in the friendly way, but in the “holy shit, thats not right” way.

That’s pretty much where my mind goes blank. And its left one hell of a “WTF is wrong this time” kinda things as I don’t remember what the hell I actually said during those few precise moments where apparently all hell broke loose. I know what happened. I drooled on myself, yapped like a purse chihuahua for five minutes, and passed out.

All very exciting as you can see.

There are some other things on my mind, like the actual date for hte wedding, which we decided not to set in stone till we both had jobs that actually paid us what we’re worth. Oh well, till then, we just gotta tough it out.

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