Today at work is torture. TORTURE. I know that everybody says that about working in sunshine, and I usually refrain from those inane facebook status updates like "I wish I wasn't at work!" and "it's so nice out!!" So I'm dedicating a whole post to it instead, because I fucking can.
I WISH WORK WAS OVER ALREADY!!
Whew. Okay.
This has been a wonderful week so far. Age 27 is treating me nicely.
PAC, who I believe is kind of a kindred spirit in gleeful posts about alcohol abuse, has been sharing a beer-a-day challenge with readers at Blogtown. It is to celebrate local brews. I like challenges, AND beer, and have decided that I will also drink a beer a day this month. I am kinda poor, though, so many days will just slum it on PBR with a splash of lemonade rather than forking over $4 for a pint of something classy. Besides, PBR has been a regular hand accessory for just about every summer since I learned about how funny and popular alcohol makes me.
It is day two of July and I am feeling good!
I am so pumped about this weekend. I'm leaving pdx tomorrow morning to visit my dads at their farm outside of Eugene. I will sit in a chair and read and suntan for several hours. Then Saturday I'll come back to Portland to hang with friends, wear short jean shorts (!!!) and get effing hammered. On Sunday I will rest and wear jean shorts and possibly also do something rad. Happy birthday America!
Okay guys, I've got 100 minutes of work left, and will spend them more usefully. I hope you all have awesome weekends! Get out there, get drunk, get hungover, make out with somebody attractive, drink hella beer, look good, and stay cool. If I can do it, you fucking can too.
Hugs and hi-fives from a nondescript office,
Joneser
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