[click to make bigger-- thanks to Married to the Sea]
Have you ever wished that you were a junky? A crackhead maybe? Someone making meth in their backyard shed without a care in the world? Nothing matters except the next hit. ahhhh, pure bliss.
Yeah. My week has been so shit this is what I am thinking about. I didnt even get to eat my breakfast/ have a cup of coffee today until 1130 because I was busy, running around, basically getting shit on from clients, judges, and other lawyers. [Judges and clients and Lawyers! Oh My!]
I think I am going to drink myself stupid this weekend. Super stupid. I didnt even have a chance to HNT this week... so i present the pics to you right now: "Dancing with myself" [ ie. I wanted to get drunk and party and was waiting for Jer to get home from hockey so we could do that...so instead I just turned the music on real loud and started dancing around my living room.]
5 comments:
I hear Twisted Sister in the background.
Here's a totally weird and random comment: I had a mole in almost the same place as yours but I had to have it removed. Seeing yours makes me miss mine.
I would most often rather be sitting in moldy smoky apartment with the curtains shut, maybe a sliver of sunlight is coming through-- coffee table is covered with shit, the ashtray is overflowing, watching mtv2 in a daze. And drugs. And maybe some fucking. That would be way better than filing.
I can't help but be reminded of the Elaine dance from the Jerry Seinfeld show.
LOL!
Fantastic! I love the t-shirt.
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