2004-08-30
Char and Leigh and Perpetual Haze of Cigarette Smoke are all moved in, just in time for me to try to cut down. Despite my cheese-like will power on that subject, it's indescribably wonderful to have roommates again after the last few weeks of not only a people-free apartment, but a furniture-free apartment. Empty as an emo kid's soul.Last week, of course, was the summer Olympics, hence my absence from my diary. It's tough to find the time to write when your daily schedule consists of Getting up, going to class, going to work, and then coming home, cracking open a bottle of whiskey with the roomies, and making fun of US Men's All Around Gymnastics Gold Medalist Paul Hamm for the next four hours. (That picture is the best one I could find.)
Poor Paul Hamm. Nevermind the medal controversies or falling into the judges table, have you heard that guy talk??? Big, buff dude, but he has the highest, squeakiest voice imaginable. Char made the excellent point that he sounds like the kind of guy that should own a bunny. Or when being interviewed via satellite be surrounded by kittens.
And yes, there has more than a substantial amount of partying these last few days. To wit, consider how these words should never be uttered on a Tuesday: "I am not drunk! I've had two doubles and a single! That's... seven!"
You know, that's really about it.
-Andy