And while drinking Gin, no less.......

I've been wanting to get back into this, and try to digress from the nonsense I tend to write. I planned on a quiet Friday, studying so I can play tomorrow night. Instead, i broke into my liquor cabinet and revamped my blogger. I still want to put up some musik links, so i'm procrasting it's Debutante party till then, much like i've procrasted on getting more important shit done. I'd like procrast to be an acceptable term.
The tonic in my blood is suggesting that this post is not much of a stray away from my usual unnecessary tangents. I live by the freeway, close to where the 24 junctions into the 880. I heard a nasty accident. I hope it wasn't you.
I didn't really want to sit here for 20 more minutes typing up another drunken post that I'd regret in the morning, however, since i'm feeling good, i'll continue. You see, i like the colors of my new format, only i feel the sidebars need to be enlarged so it fits better in the page. Look around, what do you think? I'm right, right? Right.
I also thought about the links quite a bit. I thought about how i only have around 5 friends. Yes, yes, i counted you for my acquaintences don't read this, thus i don't write to them. Yes, i counted you. More than half of my 5 friends do not have websites, or weblogs, or things of that nature, so i thought i'd link to myspace pages. Don't be mistaken, my one-fifth, i'm not trying to give any impressions of having a big long list of friends. Like i said, five. I just wanted to include them here. As for the few links to blogs of those whom I rarely, if at all speak to, I saw their inclusion as an admittance to the fact that i read and enjoy their writing. That's a good thing. Right? Right again, fifth-y.
Another thing that I can describe well is my excitement surrounding the return of Daily Snoopings. You see, it sure is great to enter and snoop within a home with a secret key, however, it's not quite as invigorating as writing the follow-up. Maybe it's that English-major thing in me, but who really cares, only i love it. Like swimming in raw sewage. See, that's a joke for dorks. Do you get it? I bet you do. I was at a Birthday party on Thursday, where i began to describe my reacquaintance with the snooping to a young man named Rob. I began to talk about anal beads, and well, i was the life of the party. Not really, but i was happy. I've been happy alot these days. You should be happy for me. Oh, and i'm not just saying that because of the booze, it's true.
One last thing, these are going to be much more forward and honest. I miss honesty. I vaguely remember that it used to get me what i wanted. But i don't want anything from you, I promise. Keep well.