Day job coworkers joined us for darts last night at JJ’s…. Yup… The pattern holds true… When I go out and party with co-workers – I’m hung over bad the next day. ugh.

I’m sitting here power hydrating and preparing to spend the day running around in the cold taking shots of apartments… A solitary work day will be good because I’m pretty haggard and I’m nearly certain I smell funny.

wait… I’m breaking format… piss…

bloghold, subcategory = confession, nanocategory = crush

commentary: I mean… comrade is (well.. used to be) friggin smokin… and I’m not talkin virgin thigh-rolled cigars either….. and noooooo… I’m a… umm… *struggles*… social capitalist?, – not a commie.

serial hook = I’m babbling.