2001-02-25

2:48 pm

one is the loneliest

for those of you who were curious where i have been, i am moved into a house that is now known as Castle Anthrax. (thank god for monty python).

Its been hectic and crazy and now i'm about to tell you a story of what happened to me over the last few days that might make you laugh but mostly, it will make me look like a complete asshole. I'll give you the short version:

The other night, I drank so much that I fell asleep in a van. The van belonged to a touring band that was staying the night at our house. When I woke up, I was 2 hours away from home because they accidentally left with me in the van. In short, I was left for almost three hours at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere with no shoes, waiting for a ride. On the way home, my wonderful friend Scott who drove all that way to pick me up blew a tire. It took a total of almost 7 hours from when I woke up to when I was safely back in my bed. This story is NOT a joke... it truly happened and I am convinced of two things:

1) I have the worst luck in the world.

2) I am never drinking again.

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I still have tons of stuff to move so I have to cut short here. I'll be updating in a few more days when I have a phone line at my house and my computer has been moved over there.

Thank you and goodnight. (and dont forget to tip your waitress)

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