There was just a baby in the library. At one point, it sounded like it got dropped, and it started to cry loudly. The mother, in all her obvious wisdom, instead of taking the child outside, proceeded to walk through the book stacks and continue her search for whatever she was looking for (perhaps child support enforcement actions?). Then in order to calm the little fucker down, she gives it a toy. Not just any toy, a toy that makes noises, many different yet all annoying noises. I haven't had the urge to kick something so strong since I was at my last rock show and "out the jams" was what I was kicking.
Tonight is a birthday party. The theme is "your favorite drink." I am apathetic about this theme. I was going to go easy-out route and just wear one of my whisky shirts. My friend suggested I go as whisky dick: "Dude, just wear the shirt and be a real big asshole to everyone, they'll get it eventually."
That's actually usually what I do when I drink too much whisky anyways, and a night of serious drinking almost always ends up in me being ostensibly useless to a bird, except for making out. I am a make out slut.
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