Since Bill is an idiot and wanted me to start up a weblog journal thingie, and since livejournal is homoerotic, here I am following in his footsteps. This blogger crap seems pretty simple, which (it just took me 6 tries, literally, to type that word correctly)... fuck. Now I forgot what I was even going to say. Oh yeah, so this is pretty simple and that's important because I have no brain.

Last night was kind of like a going away party thing for Tom Else. He's leaving on Sunday for Boston. He's going to live up there for 3 months to take care of his grandmother and he'll probably die of boredom. Hopefully the weekend of Zwan shows that he's coming back for at the end of March will help, but we'll see. Anyway... the party was at his place, as usual, and it was fun times. Tom and I challenged Steve Finkler and Adam "Rizzi" Bolur to a game of Virtua Tennis, since those assholes never lose. Once again, they didn't lose. Tom and I fought hard, but lost 6-4. Then Danny O'C showed up and we went to get a bottle of rum and some coke and some Maconudos (cigars bitches). We went back to Tom's and proceeded to finish the entire bottle between the two of us. We were trashed. Everyone left and Dan and I sat in Tom's kitchen til like 3 AM talking (Dan did most of the talking) about football. It was fantastic.

Now I'm sitting in my boxers in my room with the door locked and music on extremely loud because my crazy aunt and uncle are here and I don't really want to talk to them. But now I'm hungry so I might have to venture out for a bite to eat. Tonight will be one last meal at Portillo's with Tom. It's definitely going to be weird without that guy around. He's kind of the glue that holds all us crazy assholes together. I don't think anyone would call or hang out with anyone if it weren't for Tom. Apparently the task has now been handed over to me thanks to Steve. We shall see what happens. I'm sure you'll hear all about it cuz I like to fucking babble on and on sometimes. Time for food. Bye bye kids.