12:30 p.m. - 2003-10-17
revenge of the drunkblog
Yeah, it's back.
I'd like to start the evening out by giving a big thanks to Sparks, a sports reporter for letting me steal two free cans of the aforementioned fizzy ambrosia and Janet for leaving me with cheap tequila.
The most exciting parts of my day: skipping both of my lit classes this week and getting to be my hunky design teacher's pet today. Beautiful, God-loving, married, fortysomething. His eyes are the most remarkable blues I have ever locked on. I'm sure this whole professional family man thing is about to blow over, and I'll be thrilled to be the manskank that steals him away from such a paltry life.
The week is all but over, God bless us every one. Tomorrow, I get free beeer and pizza at a local dive known as the Press Box with all my other newspaper nerds. An appropriate choice, methinks. Also, tranquilizers and secret society meetings linger on tomorrow's horizon.
Life is actually great, in spite of this whole sexdrought thing. I can sense an already urgent need to log on gay.com or go to the sleazy homo pit this weekend.
I am a consummate professional for being drunk two out of three worknights. And dare I mention I am more productive than ever before?
Late edition sidenote: I am just pissssed to have watched the end of the game. It's going to be a very unwatchably Marlins/Yanks series. Fuckitrightintheear. To NYC my NYC chum: has it truly come into vogue to prefer to the Mets to the Yanks? Because I might be too old-fashioned for that.
