Those Poor Outlook Express Users.
4 May 2000
11:09 PM: I swore I wasn't going to go out to Bondage a Go Go last night. I was too tired, I'd been taking too much time off, I didn't want to be hung over the next day, I didn't feel like going out, bla bla bla. You know the rest of this story.
It wasn't as good as a couple weeks ago. They moved it to the ground floor of the club, which really didn't make much difference but was surprising. There were more looky-loos, no spanking to distract them. But most of all, the music sucked by comparison. It was all too techno-ish, or bombastic crapola, and most of all, too fast. I'm an old guy, I can't move that quickly. And no Siouxsie! At all! Pfeh.
Quite drunk was I. I seem to remember doing this before. If I remember correctly, vomiting and blackouts are involved. Maybe I'll just read a book.
Today was another Nothing day so far. Got up late, a little hungover, a little bit still drunk, felt fine after a shower. Didn't go eat, but there was free cold pizza. Today was the last Snack!® until they get the corporate budget finalized. If that's not a fucking burning bush written on the wall I don't know what. All that's missing is the ghost's voice yelling "Get out! Get out now!"
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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