Vacation, so close...
Serving tables full time is God's way of putting his balls on your forhead.
ADAPTING TO THE REQUIREMENTS OF CHAOS.
Robinq & Nick's Party-Harty-Hanachristmakwanzakka Extravaganzzzzaaaaaaa! Friday the 30th -through- the motherfucking new year. At robinq's. Bring intoxicants.
Because I am a nice guy - and because I don't like to be the problem starter, I usually refrain from saying things I know I probably shouldn't say. Even when I am not-sober I manage to hold back some things that are probably better left unsaid. But since no one reads this dumb shit, and since I am still all fucked up, I will say this. To every girl out there:
It is undeniable that we as conscious, reasoning animals take the things that upset us and push them around in our big brains until we have either figured out a solution, become more unsettled, or simply until we have found something else worth devoting significant amounts of mental attention to. Some days I feel like I am experiencing the collective discontent of the entire world. I know, that sounds horribly melodramatic, but its like there is all this negativity flying around and somehow I have found myself right in the crossfire.