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September 19, 2002
Okay... so last night... It
Okay... so last night... It rained all day. Like, the skies had opened up and hell was raining down upon us. Except it was, you know, water and not fire, so it wasn't technically HELL raining down... I guess it was just raining down, but that's not a very good metaphor is it? (Damn. one paragraph in, and I've fucked up a metaphor already. This doesn't bode well for you, the gentle reader, does it?) So it's raining like crazy all day long and I think I'm not going to get to go get my Lesbian Steak, and I'm kinda bummed out by that, because I'd psyched myself up for Lesbian Steak, and damn it, that's what I wanted. I got home from work, and the sky cleared. The Weather Channel radar, which everyone knows is the best, showed that it was clear all the way up I-35, so I decided to go to Austin for my Lesbian Steak. Yay! By the time I got to Austin, I was early, so I went to visit Thomas, a friend of mine who tends bar near the Lesbian Steak Bar. Thomas was in a good mood, and we chatted a bit until it was time to meet my friends, and I gave Thomas this URL, so "HI, Thomas!" Steak was good. Baked Potato: good too! Salad: eh. Okay. Only a lesbian would think that iceburg lettuce made a good salad. But all and all. Good meal. Good company, too. I had a good time visiting everyone, and I'm glad I went. So dinner was over quite early, so back I went to Thomas's bar. I sat there, sipping my Diet Coke, and watching the world go by. Pretty soon, I determined I needed to come home, and here I sit, typing this drivel with the crappy metaphors.
My weekend is going to consist of some web development for the Bears, a visit with some friends (nothing far away... just some local friends) and (ideally) a fair amount of sleep. I can hardly wait. See everyone on Monday... unless something happens that I simply MUST tell you about. Because you KNOW you are my twelve-year-old girlfriend that I talk to on the phone all the time, right? That's right... I'm the reason your parents put in that second phone line! Have a great weekend, folks! Posted by timbrat • 01:34 PM
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