Delicious stromboli.

At Erik’s, still buzzed. Went out for stromboli tonight. Liz visited me at work to ask what I was doing tonight. I joked, “I don’t have work tomorrow, I can have stromboli!” Intoxication aside, FUCKING AMAZING STROMBOLI. Holy shit. Like jesus ejaculating in my mouth. Are there any stronger metaphors to describe such divine food? You can pretty much get whatever you want in it, so I asked for chicken, sausage, pepperoni, spinach, mozzerella cheese, pizza sauce, and chipotle sauce. YUM.

While Erik and Liz were sampling beers, I apparently purchased something blue that came in a LARGE PITCHER. I drank until I reached that point of “Whoa, I’d kind of like to be able to walk to Trent’s car.” Definitely crashing here until I sober up. I don’t take chances like that. Though, I’m really not that tired.

Lots of funnies tonight. While Liz can’t even recall her own kiss list, Trent and Erik combined don’t add up to me. So my pimp hat isn’t just for show! I joked that I want to be loved, so I seek it out more. Or whatever that means. I’m just an emotional sap. I don’t want to forget anybody who has grazed my lips, one way or another.

Did write down a single quote which was going to be the quote of the day, but might as well post it here. I was telling Liz about how I’m trying to eliminate worldly possessions so I can move more easily when the time comes.

Me: “I’ve gotten myself down to one stuffed animal.”

Liz: “I have as many as I can hold onto.”

Trent: “I have the blue one that made Ashley cry.”

Erik: “I don’t have any, because I’m a man.”

I am amused.

Think I’ll go play dicewars, as I know how loud typing can be.