Out of control.

Dancing was fucking extraordinary earlier! Through some maneuvering worthy of pre-Iraq War Bush Administration talking points, I was able to give away hours I'd picked up from another coworkers. I went home, shaved. showered, drank a Monster, and headed out to the floor.

It was one of those rad floors that starts around 12:30, and just keeps consistently kicking ass. I had so much fun. I was really "just right" amount of drunk and the people on the floor had no cigarettes or drinks in their hands, i.e. they were there to FUCKING DANCE!

Good, superb times. I will think happy thoughts for more of these types of dance evenings. Fuck Belvedere's BTW.

Looking for a pen pal?

I've got the weekend off. Let's throw down, grilled cheese and ice water style!

I still need a Johnny Depp costume. Adrift in a sea of "too fat to pull that off."


"Barn Cat" would be an awesome name for a hipster band with a lot of good promotion, but no solid talent/ability.

I don't have to work again until 5pm, so I think I'm going to watch the sunrise today. Totally majestic and shit.

Scandinavian Jim Morrison, or just an awesome pop act?


Big gathering of the Funny at the Kiva Han in Oakland on Saturday. Put down the pipe, kill the beer, turn off the stove, carpool, and fucking be there! Nine, in the PM part of day. It will rule beyond human comprehension, I assure you!

Uh, the University of Pittsburgh can suck my cock, for all I'm concerned.-BK

P.S. Sorry. Very drunk.