"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy"
Benjamin Franklin

Time for the work happy hour. Wish me luck!!
I can only make even more of a fool of myself with beer involved.

Tequilla and tobasco don't go together.

If there is one piece of advise I can give my new self, it is don't do tequilla/ tobasco shots.
Vomiting will surely be in the near future.

Look out Vegas- Hopefully I don't pee all over your backside

Never been a fan of heights until I skydived.
I supposed with new found bravery, I should attempt a few roller coaster rides with my trip to Vegas.
My pal/buddy said he would not ride them with me. So, beware to the stranger sitting next to me.
I will be holding your hand.


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Never date a guy if.....

NOTE TO SELF:
1. Never date a guy that looks at your boobs before he looks at your eyes. (He will always look there)
2. Never date a guy that has been single for over 6 months. (Your the rebound)
3. Never date a guy that studies and or works in a bar.
4. Never date a guy that is in a band.
5. Never date a guy that reminds you of your father.

Just wait my list will conitnue.........

My Current Favorite Music In Progress.....

Either they mess up my mental health or allow me to smell the clouds.
Either way, Can't hurt.

Cat Power "I Can't get no Satisfaction"
Regin Spektor "Sampson"
Ani DiFrancio "As Is"
Ryan Adams "When Stars go Blue"

My Favorite Poetry In Progress.....

Oh, whoever it may concern, When do I get my pea green boat and where is my owl?
Until that day, I will have to read poetry and dream drunkingly of the hoots in the background.


The Owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'




Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.





'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

So, I thought I would try this again. If not only for a release of all the crap that rattles around in my head.
Today, I learned from my Indian labmate and his wife that
1. You should marry someone that loves you more than you love them
2. Cast systems suck
and
3. I was disturbed by both