Another Drunk Blog

Hey people. I know its been a while so I'm going to treat you to another drunk blog. The reason for the season is the fact that today, I was planning on getting dinner for me and my Montana Best Friend. Unfortunately, Montana Best Friend decided to wait until I was off work to let me know that he was going out with some friends. I probably would've joined him but I would rather scrape my own eyeballs out of my head than be around one of his friends (we'll call this guy a Cunt). Anyways, since Montana Best Friend probably wouldn't take too kindly to me telling Cunt to go kill himself, I decided to go to the gas station down the street and buy three tall boys and have a blog party here with the Gentleman (my cat, for those of you who don't know already).

8:50 PM 
Just cracked open my beer.

That's me, in case you weren't aware. That is also a backward Bud Light can. Oh, if you haven't heard, I finally have a couch. :)

9:01 PM
Watching MSNBC until better things come on. I really feel like I've fallen out of the loop since I came to Montana. I don't watch the news anymore, I don't read the newspapers.... I'm just stuck in my own little world of Tumblr and Facebook... pretty sad...

9:08 PM
Skyping with Kristen McClellan and listening to Nicki Minaj. Trying to figure out what smells like feces. Might be my cat... might be the feces in the floor next to me.

9:14 PM
Why do I like Katy Perry now?


9:19 PM
I drink too slowly.

9:41 PM
I just ordered Pita Pit! My cat is moaning at me from down the hall.

10:00 PM 
King of the Hill and another beer. I miss German Best Friend :(

10:44 PM
I have decided that I will be returning to Ohio next summer to watch the premier of Snow White and the Huntsman with my posse back home. I have decided this because I am super drunk and the thought of watching Kristen fucking Stewart fight Charlize Theron with my closest friends makes me a little wet. Wait was that inappropriate? Hm.... oops... Let me imitate the outrage of the mothers reading my blog.

That is what most mothers do when they are experiencing the emotion of outrage. They crush beer cans and make angry faces. Then they ride off into the sunset on their motorcycles in search of middle-aged Brett Michaels groupies to have sex with.

11:01 PM
AMERICAN DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't fucking judge me.

11:02 PM

That's a picture of me telling you not to fucking judge me.

11:14 PM
I hate this town. I want to go home.
It's alright.

11:16 PM
To all my Bozeman friends; I don't really hate it here.
To all my Ohio friends; *whispers* Yes, I do.

11:50 PM
I'm out of beer :((

12:08 AM
I am not as excited about Family Guy as I was about American Dad. I apologize.

12:45 AM
I'm going to go read for a while. I'm sorry if this blog post didn't live up to your expectations. Later.