Wednesday, September 1, 2010

How cold is the flame of our uncompromising future?

I went to a bar that was located on the 27th floor of the Amway Grand tonight. The view was great. The drinks were great. The friends were great.
Two of their house drinks, then a gintonicabsinthe.

Then I got home, but slippy fingers broke a bottle of (cheapcheap) vodka. Damn them.

I have found out two things today.
1. I kissed my beautiful ladyfriend several months before I remember kissing her.
2. I have a cut on my knuckle that I cannot account for.

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