The Perfect Drug

Just threw on the Perfect Drug single (after watching A Clockwork Orange no less). Sure does take me back. Funny how no matter how hard you try to be the same ol' same ol', you always end up different from how you thought you would. I somewhat miss the days of parading around in my band T's acting like the world had it in for me and constantly worrying about who I might eat with the next day at lunch. These days I worry more about where I'll eat, how much it costs, and if it means I'll have to hit the ATM before buying rounds the next time we're all out. Seriously man, fuck all.

Here's a funny story for all the peeps (that's code for the two people that read this). Apparently whilst we were out on wednesday, a lovely lady decided I might be worth the wasted time to flirt with. Now seeing as how I'm an idiot and had taken severe actions to further that foolishness, I somehow managed to completely miss the occurance. That's right... I have absolutely no recollection of the events, what-so-ever! Yes, I remember the girl standing there, yes I remember her friend taking my seat post-journy to the can. And yet the proverbial hand on the shoulder and laugh at my nonsensicalness have escaped the fleeting grasp of my memory (for those keeping count at home, that means I inadvertadly blew her off). Tragedy indeed, sir! And then, in case my failure wasn't enough, alown tells me another girl whom I have but the slightest recollection of felt the need to inform him that I wasn't half bad to view that night... in my increasing stupor. Turns out she's a roommate of that sweetheart, Jenn. Somewhat akward I might say, but still good on the ol' ego. It all means nothing in the end (except to reaffirm my failures in life and to entertain all who partook of those moments), but it's a good story to share with my kids someday.