Pre game randomness

Here's some of the stupid thoughts that go thru the head on a pre-drinking saturday in the world of yours truly:

Did the first sentence make sense?

I hit the corner doin 90, aww shit, them bitches right behind me, they take a shot and hit my fuckin tire, I jump out the car and I open fire. Tupac Shakur. Lyrical Lexicon.

Actually, Keith Murray was the lyrical lexicon...but it's more fitting for Tupac okay?

You don't know what lexicon means, do you? Go look it up. Geesh people, you gotta keep up.

No, I haven't been drinking, yet. There's only 1 corona in this whole house. Shawn has the rest of my beer, that rat bastard.

Wasting your entire night at the bar on women that are 15 years older than you is just that....a waste of time. My friends (ie RODGER) are retarded.

Talking about your dead parents at the bar after....15-20 beer?....isn't too smart.

Blackwood yells too much. : )

Gotta play more FCP tourneys...they're easy money.

I owe my dad 250 less than I thought I did....the world is nice to me today.

I didn't help Mikey move. He didn't ask me. He asked Len. I could have volunteered my services, I guess. I just didn't feel like my presence was required, or for that matter, encouraged. Plus, the bastard never helped me move upstairs. : )

I haven't seen Len in a long time, till about an hour ago. He's my old roomate, the guy I went to Alaska with. Last time I saw him before today, I ended up at the same bar I was at last night. And I woke up here the next morning (on the living room floor, as usual) with no memory of most of the night. I never did get around to asking what the hell happened.

Why do I fall asleep on the living room floor so much? I used to use the "I came home drunk, and I was lying down on the floor playing with my cat, and I fell asleep" excuse. You know, the one that everyone uses when they fall asleep on the living room floor. Anyways, my cat wasn't here last night...so I have to come up with a new excuse. Dammit.

Amy Lee's hot. Can't wait for new Evanescence....september, I think?

Speaking of cats...Riddick hasn't come home in 3 days. Colour me worried.

How am I gonna go get more beer?

Playing poker today is pointless...I have a headache from previously mentioned floor incident.

I know there's a website dedicated to him (doylesroom.com), but come on people, does Doyle Brunson even know how to turn on a fucking computer, much less play online poker? He's like, 132 years old! why did I buy an online poker book "written" by him then? Cuz I'm a sucker, that's why.

It's raining. But does it matter? When it's sunny, I just play poker in the comfort of my home. So why do I bitch when the weather sucks? I'm not sure.

I opened my only corona. Must...drink...slowly.

I owe Morgan a WHOLE blog entry dedicated to our friendship (and yahoo groups!).

I want a pet monkey.

Brian's heineken experience video was funny, in a bizarre way.

Edmonton's up 3-0 in the 2nd. This could cost me some money.

I wanna go to the draft.

I wanna go to Argentina/Mexico/Australia/Anywhere more.

I'm getting boring now. I'm done.