No Drinkin Pants...No Service

Been busy of late, but soon the chains of schooling will set me loose for another summer filled with work and boozin. Boozin.....never thought i'd hear that word again, but alas, as a warm spring wind blows in my window, i grow confident that sometime soon, i will be puking into that very wind. Once again reliving the feeling of how wonderous life is, only to have it swept away into a consistant stream of vodka and pizza, with the brick wall of reality hitting you as hard as the concrete you just collapsed onto. But i'd rather be drunk for a minute to appreciate the best things in life, and hurl out my liver once in awhile than to go through life not ever expressing what makes you happy. A stupid, drunken stuper for some...but in moderation, a window to the soul through uncanny honesty, foolishness and childish humour. For me, it's the latter. Logic and reason can be a heavy burden and there is a better way to unload that burden than trying to bash it out. Having a few with friends every once in awhile is definitely worth a few knocks to the head anyway...I would know.