I've been telling myself all week I was gonna get out to a club tonight, git my drink on, actually dress like a girl again, raise hell, stay out late, wahoo! remember those days? shit... but now that I've come in from Zeitgeist, I seem to have lost my steam, and since my W2's shown up, I may stay in and do my taxes. how... responsible.
I fear I am getting really fucking old.
Maybe I can balance out the responsible-ness of it by getting REALLY ripped, and THEN doing my taxes?
Maybe it's time to bring out the tiki bar in a shaker I got for my birthday. A little flamingo could go a long way.
I'm crossing my fingers and praying that my W2's roll up into new dirtbike wheels...
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