*Yawn*

Friday at last.

It's been a slow mutha fukka of a week, that's for sure. I rattled on a bit about it over here.

I got my clean clothes muddled through, and I'm looking forward to pulling those dryer-hot Levi's on. There's nothing quite like that feeling. I've always loved it.

I talked to L again last night, and we were discussing SNB, who seems to be ready to settle down already. I guess I should set the stage a bit. L's 26, he's 40. He's all 'I want to be with you for the....blah, blah, blah.'

L had another perfect line: 'He says exactly what you'd want to hear, if you were dumb enough to actually believe it.'

Sometimes that girl just cracks me up. Though, I can get her rolling pretty good too. Things get funny around here. That whole 'frustrated stand up comic' thing I have going on, you understand.

Sigh.

Gonna be late again.

Guess I better get dressed and get the fuck out. Look for 'drunk post-casino' update later. Come on people, did you expect any less? It's fucking Friday for crying out loud.

Buenos con queso,

T.