2002-04-01 ± 2:53 p.m.
beer. it's what's for dinner.

I've become...as my roommate would say...beige.

I've become so beige that when I say something brash or witty the new people that I now surround myself with look at me in shock.

I hate beige. and taupe. and eggshell white.

this four day weekend has been full of gay bars, brunches, and beer. more beer than I should ever drink. when did I start to drink beer like a pig faced frat boy? Oh well, at least I'm drinking Red Stripe or Newcastle while he's shotgunning Natty Lite or some other form of piss-water.

alcohol is a depressant. maybe the lack of fluid around my brain is making me a bit bitchy. perhaps I should go outside where it's sunny and throw my funk in the pool.

p.s. some boys at cecil's gave me the telephone numbers of all of their buddies in Austin. I was complaining about hating Houston and missing Ann Arbor and they told me that I could cure what ailed me by trekking to Austin once a month. Do people really call the people that other people tell them to call? I really wonder. I don't think I'd ever call up some random dude and say "hey, your drunk buddy gave me your digits...wanna show me around town."

sometimes I think I am a quadralateral all the way.

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