Smashing Mosquitos.

This heat is messing with me. I've been laying around my house lately just sticking to my couch, too lazy to venture out into the heat yet too hot to do anything but lie there in a puddle of my own sweat. It's not that gross, but it's damn close. Our lawn is completely dead now -- if we didn't live in a neighborhood full of drunk college kids, we would totally be the trashpile of the community. I think there's a Natural Light box and a dried up, shredded newspaper in the front yard, along with a Bud Light bottle shatterd by fireworks on the 4th of July and miscellaneous cigarette butts. I'm making it sound like our house is a shithole, which it isn't exactly, it's just insane that we live like this. Well, insane and so gloooorious at the same time.

I mentioned in earlier posts that I was trying to stop drinking so much, as it was depleting my bank account and trashing my liver, but my resolve to drink excessively was renewed today while I was at work. Lil' John's "Snap Ya Fingazzzzz" (or whatever the fuck the title of that song is) was on in the back and as I was doing something I muttered to my manager that hearing the song made me want to get drunk, because it's played at the bars all the time. He looked at me and was like, "Yeah, I was talking to the owner and he mentioned all of the employee's excessive drinking, and yours was the first name to come up." Fucking seriously? I was so pissed that I busted out an, "EXCUUUUUUUUUSE ME for having a life!" It was that bad -- I usually save drawing out vowels like that for when I'm really mad. I mean... I make sandwiches part-time, what more do you expect?!
(Do you think that's when you know you drink too much? You come in hungover to work most of the time and you still don't think you drink too much? Damnit. I refuse to believe it. Shit! There I go. Damnit!)

At the same time, I think it's what I'm supposed to be doing. I know people who go on week-long drinking binges for the hell of it. I have friends who pride themselves on blacking out on most weeknights. I don't think I'm doing half bad.

My birthday is in less than 4 weeks! I'll finally be real 21! My roomates asked me if the bars had lost their appeal, since I've been able to go to them for a few months now, and I told them that they definitely wouldn't. I'm such a cautious, paranoid person (even when I'm intoxicated) that going to the bars here is a scary, yet awesome experience. I still can't believe I'll be able to go out in NYC. God, I'm unbelievably excited.

I saw the trailer for Snakes on a Plane for the first time in the movie theatre on Sunday. I clapped. People stared.

Mark, I haven't given up on your idea, I'm just going to devote a whole post to it.