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fried stars - 2000-06-24
Oooh, I really shouldn't be here. I mean, I'm happy I am, but I shouldn't be... I'm even considering going to an afterparty party right now, but I know I really shouldn't. I need to be up in five hours for work. Okay, so it goes like this. Kim and I went with Dustin, and Jen to the local tavern, which is apparently deserted on weekends, for a couple of drinks, and really poorly fried food. Things turned out surprisingly well, as we don't really have a good track record for moods when it comes to these little local excursions... Anyhow, conversation was lovely. A lot of conversations about God, and they were good because they were simply conversations, and not debates, or arguments. We also conversed about sex, and food. I mean, food, sex, and religion... what else is life all about? (that was somewhat of a joke) And, well, there isn't really much more to say, since everything went well... It is so much easier to write when I am depressed. Maybe I will be tomorrow, huh? Until then, I need to go to bed, and have some abrupt drunken dreams. (Not to imply that I'm drunk, because I'm not, really... I never am, anymore...)
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