It is already Wednesday; christ. I went to the bars last night. I vomited this morning after brushing my teeth a little too aggressively. I felt fine beforehand, but the five seconds before it came up were pretty horrible. After that, I was fine. Felt good. I just had to brush my teeth for a second time. Then I went to work. Haha. Nothing beats a desk job.

I have a pretty solid set of abs now. And by pretty solid, I mean solid. I feel a lot better about myself. I have an incredibly high metabolism that keeps any sign of fat off me. I can eat whenever and whatever I like without feeling any repercussions. I can't seem to get the biceps I'd like, but I'm okay with a set of killer abs. Haha. I am funny. The killer abs are to be unveiled in the near future. For now, they're only solid. A solid definition, not quite a killer definition yet.

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I have a huge piece of art that I am working on in Photoshop. I say huge because the image is large enough to fit on my fucking 1080 h-delicious tele. I am planning to let my friends pen some things into the work of art. Someday I will post it on here, but that day may still be a little ways off.

Going out to the bars is always quite enjoyable. I usually find myself around people who flirt with me. I usually do whatever I can to get them off my back and leave me the hell alone. I'm not interested in anything but alcohol when I go to the bars. I don't care to hookup with a bar slut. I'm done with the random hookups and waking up in strange places or with people I don't remember. God some of the shit that I have done. Heh. Last random hookup was back in February.

I dig Jones Soda Co's energy drinks. They have sugar in them, but a little less than the other big brands and they don't taste like they're fucking loaded. Although, I do enjoy being loaded. Hahah.

The spam email I get it quite hilarious. Apparently there is a "sperm flavored cocaine" out there. I'm going to have to get my hands on some of that. Hahahaha. What the fuck is wrong with people? Twisted, my arm that is.

Tonight I am going south of the border. Mexican food and margaritas made possible by my Aunt Munch, the mother of my cousin to whom I live with. Tequila. Sound's good to me. My favorite liquor you ask? Jack Daniels. Next on the list would be a real deal tequila like we're going to be drinking tonight. I'd drink tequila any night of the week. And probably will begin to. The plan is for liquor every night after work. Testing my stomach out a little bit. I want to see if Mr. Ulcer is gone for good because he hasn't been around these parts in a while.

Tomorrow is pay day. Should be about $1300 gross. I like the sound of that. Fuck it's nice to have money and by having money, I mean having money for myself and myself. Not for any other stragglers "and in this moment, I am happy."

And musically? It's obviously about Incubus… and Spoon. That is all I have time for now.