8 days a week.

Blegh and what the fuck is going on here? Seriously.

Got a job doing man work. Should last through the week. But, money.

Eggwhites and coffee all day and sangria with vodka makes this manageable.

And so life on the couch in this fuck-off town goes:

4 minute warning

Back in FL. My car's still a mess. I got greeted with real cigarettes and liquor (see above). I miss Andrew. Should be going to NY tomorrow...but realistically will be the day after.

Phonecalls. Hate making them.

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3033

Portland:

Drank entirely too much boxed wine and did some very, unexplainably bad, things. eh. Finally saw some live music, but don't remember who they were. All in all, had a very good time, while staying very drunk/hungover. And I somehow managed to break my laptop. Fuck.

Since the laptop is being a bitch, our music choices are pretty slim for the remainder of this trip. In Rainbows (both discs!), a mix of Violent Femmes, The Devil Makes Three, and some very scratched Leda CDs. Yesterday we learned that Seattle's radio is just as bad as every other city's while trying to find ghetto jams in the mess of whining country about dead puppies and battered wives or some shit. eh.

Oh, Seattle:

Arrived yesterday and waited around for my friendie Sarah to get out of school. Saw the space needle and bought some postcards for my brother that he won't even get until I'm already back. Very odd. Took some pictures, which I can't post, which sucks, a lot. Drove around eating fruity pebbles and checking out hot bitches. 99 cent tacos are both revolting and delicious at the same time...fake cheese and beef like dog food.

So Sarah called me. We got lost and then found it. Sat around discussing film for awhile, which apparently comes with a very heavy workload for the students. The Seattle night life was awesome. Played trivia in a bar, the only questions we knew came from the Wayne's World category, which was a movie I don't remember liking all that much. Cults and Track and Field and Greek Mythology kicked our asses, which is what happens after switching to whiskey. Needless to say we didn't win a free pitcher, but I did spend gas money on pbrs, so we'll definitely be jugging back to FL. I actually remembered to pay my tab (for the first time in my life). We dragged ass to IHOP to consume fried fat and cholesterol, which is always the most delicious thing you've ever tasted when your slurring your speech and stumbling about. They post all the calories here, even though there's still fast food on the corners. I'm unable to understand this noise....if you're going to eat it and you know it's complete shit then why do you even want to know? Anorexia would become a viable option.

We leave today. 3033 miles...500-ish miles a day...we could be back in 6 days.

What am I going to do with reality? Fuck.

My computer is fucked. Very much broken.

Updates will be few and far....

Not going to sit around drinking wine all day and making mistakes with my phone. Atleast not until afternoon.

Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects

It was you.

I got a stupid picture bullshit.

Cava: http://www.flickr.com/photos/headsonsticks

We've got heads on sticks

Champagne don't make me lazy, cocaine don't make me crazy

Portland, finally.

MD2020 is some wretched shit. Cheap. Technicolor. Sugar coated blackout in a bottle.

Last night we went to a gas station that had locks on the booze fridges. Asking for the key makes you feel like a complete alcoholic, which you'll be taken for anyway because you're buzzed and look like a hobo. Awesome.

Fun fact for the day: Portland has the most strip clubs per capita. They even have a pirate-themed one. Needless to say, we've got to see that shit. Half naked bitches with peg legs? I'm there.