Rebounding like Dennis Rodman

photo courtesy of the super talented joe carabeo i have the privilege to call a friend

It’s funny how things work out sometimes.  Minutes after I posted my little rant about how bored I am, I get a response text from one of my close friends, and he invites me out to do cool shit.  Next thing I know, I’m out until about three in the morning after an evening of shit-shooting, really naked burlesque women, and a moderate amount of booze.

But I really wanted a convenient excuse to post this ridiculous picture of myself with hot burlesque chicks, and I realize that I have to stop incorporating booze containers in all these pictures as if they really are necessary YES we all know that I drink socially these days.

I sit here with a tummy full of scrum-diddly-umptious Korean food, not wanting to go to sleep on a full stomach, but at the same time dreading the inevitable 4:30 a.m. wake up to make it back to Atlanta in time for one last day at this particular job.  But regardless, I look back at the last few days of necessary fun and distraction, as I’ve watched two exciting baseball games with the best of my friends, and enjoyed an entertaining burlesque side show to boot.  Maybe things as a whole weren’t as boring as I thought they were for 90 minutes on Saturday in the end.

Lastly, happy birthdays go out to Grace and Mikel, while I’m thinking about the events of the last few days.  Doesn’t seem nearly as demonic now that 2006 is four fucking years past.

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