As summer quietly whispers to sleep.

We forgot Liz’s burrito yesterday, so I brought it with me today, and put it in her fridge. Don’t worry, it had been sitting safely in my fridge. And since it is Liz, she’ll eat it. They’re blocking her road off. Yet, I’ve rarely ever seen them DOING anything.

I felt like hitting up Macaroni Grill, as I hadn’t been there in a while. I know Cliff likes going there because he likes pasta. I always get chicken parm with spinach instead of pasta, because I don’t like pasta. (Even Jennie knows I don’t like pasta.) I ordered a random alcoholic drink. I wasn’t even carded. Shit man, this is nice. I’m finally not looking like I’m fresh out of fucking high school! Plus, kids don’t order sissy drinks like I do. I love fruity, sissy mix drinks. When in doubt, I just order a Long Island Iced Tea.

The imbibing brought Cliff to remind me of the time I had the El Presidente Margarita at Chili’s. (Which is right next door.) As I wrote on OD for that day,

Our server (Julie) gave the obligatory recommendation of the Presidente Margarita. Since I hate margaritas and would typically decline the feature product, I decided to try it.
– April 11, 2005

That is such TimmyLogic, I swear. I don’t really remember much from that evening, beyond just how much BOOZE that was. I know Cliff was still dating Jess. Cliff tells me I went through the phases of being goofy and silly, then eventually just putting my head down and saying, “No more El Presidente, never again!” Ha ha. Or something about it being too much booze. I remember the running gag was that if you wanted to get hammered NOW, you’d order the Presidente Margarita.

(Oh, no, it wasn’t the imbibing. It was that I wasn’t sure if I’d had white wine before, and Cliff said Erik gave me chardonnay before, and I hated it. And I believed him, unquestionably. I believe him, and his girlfriend doesn’t. Such is life. That led us to talking about other things.)

Today’s drink gave me a brainfreeze. It didn’t really taste like alcohol, but I got a good buzz about halfway through. I had half left when I finished my food, so I finished it off and sobered up while Cliff played hangman with me on the table. “Vrta.” Cliff, you asshole, who the hell uses the word “Vrta” in hangman?

I don’t think there was much to discuss today. I just know we’ll both be busy as hell once the semester hits. He’s not staying in the dorm because he absolutely hated it, so he’s going to be commuting. I joked yesterday that his dad should give him 10,000 dollars in gas money. I’ll be classing four days a week, and working four days a week. Come next week, I literally won’t get a full day off until Thanksgiving. I don’t know how it’s going to work. I think it’ll work in my favor, as I used to get really depressed on weekends.

We came back here and played Smash Bros Melee until we were pretty sick of it. Liz and Anthony showed up. Liz asked where her burrito was. I said it was in the fridge. She said it wasn’t. Typical Liz, not believing me. As Cliff briefed me on the Evening of the El Presidente, he noted that I actually believe him, whereas Liz would just argue with him. He’s even pointed out, “You know Liz, at some point, there are things you don’t remember that I’m going to be right about.” Gasp, how dare he use basic logic! When it comes to him telling me about events, I just look for consistencies with myself and what I DO remember. I know he wasn’t lying because I remember once imbibing a drink that had an extra container of booze.

Anthony turned off the TV for a few seconds, which completely changed my emotional landscape. He thought it was funny. Maybe in another time and another place, I might see it. At the time, I went from completely entertained and content to being one button pushed away from hitting him with a lamp. Man, I have anger problems sometimes. I don’t know. Don’t do that shit, it’s immature. He’s not a bad guy, but he can irritate me sometimes in the most mundane ways. I just snap. Meh.

Oh, and I pigtailed today. Observe.

No, I don’t smile. It’s like the fake moaning in porn, I prefer realism.

That shirt is so me. Pity it fits odd. I think my shoulders grew – I may need to start buying large shirts. And the undies I have on are totally large, as well. Who knew my genitals could fill a large alcove of textile space?

Where was I? Oh right, things I want to blow money on.

• Aneros.
• External Hard Drive.
• Go out to eat with Cliff.
• Bad porn
• Wii (extra-extra long-term, ha ha.)

Spending money on socks and boyundies doesn’t entire count, because I can live without bad porn. If I didn’t have a precise cotton/lycra blend concealing and supporting my genitals, I might DIE. I’m sure I’ll try the dying thing later on in life, but right, I think I’ll pass.

I really am a cheap person most of the time. The big picture is that I need to save money to buy a car at some point. Seriously, for real, and in the near future. The less money I spend now, the better. I probably will simply not get a Wii for that reason alone.

“Jim, the Enterprise is 20 years old! We feel her day is over.”

I already wanked earlier today, at random. It was nice, if I do say so myself. My .25 mg of melatonin have done their trick, and I’m feeling tired. I don’t have employment until 11 AM, but I MUCH prefer having an exceedingly lazy, slow morning than feeling like I’m up against a clock to get my posterior in motion. I’ll go get naked and upwardly tuggified.