While responsible people were working their way up their professional ladders, my friends and I were spending whole days eating oysters, drinking pitchers of mimosas and beer, and laughing ’til we wept on decks overlooking the Chesapeake Bay. There is really no drinking half as enjoyable as daytime drinking, when the sun is out, the bars are empty of dilettantes, and the afternoon stretches ahead of you like summer vacation. The gleeful complicity you and your drinking buddies share in the excellent decision to have one more ill-advised round, knowing full well you’re forfeiting the day — you can almost physically feel something lifted from you at this moment, even if you know it will fall back more heavily later on. We used to raise a toast: “Gentlemen — our lives are unbelievably great." . . . But drinking was also an excuse to devote eight consecutive hours to sitting idly around having hilarious conversations with friends, and I am still not convinced there is any better possible use of our time on earth."
”http://proof.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/30/time-and-the-bottle/?ref=opinion&apage=2Someone always knows
How to find the softest place in the apt to sleep.
Roller derby rules
Could use an editor
Love Isn't Supposed to Hurt
This is one of many reports, many stories that are out there. Rihanna is 21. They are still together. I'm not saying it is better or worse, more right or more wrong, it just breaks my heart over and over.
Boo.
I'm waiting in the ER. I broke my eye. I am definitely making myself cry (literally, my left eye has been crying for about 12 hrs straight) because of what I did.
