blech

ok, now i promise you this one wont be entertaining, im just writing for stats. keeping up the numbers, what not.

so tonight i come home from work, and my roomate is actually the one who goads me into hard drinking tonight. now, i have a bottle of liqour at the the ready, cause a friend wants to challenge me, ME, to a drinking contest over thanksgiving. given his bad genes(native american, bad with alcohol), his history with alcohol (threw up at midnight on newyears eve for no apparent reason), and my overt alcoholism (it took me three times to type that, if that gives any evidence) i think i might have him beat. but as a precaution, ive been practicing. and its been tough work. ive sworn off all alcohol cause ive been too hungover to function for the duration of several days a month. but i keep coming back, cause im a hero of the working class. i look at myself as a guinea pig for the masses, taking great risks( see my bum wine experiment) in order to entertain and enlighten.
so, after a half a (big) bottle of wine and half a pint of whiskey, i write this non-entertaining, didactic recourse of my life.

that having been got out of the way, i want to tell the world about the return of the Mc Rib. this is something i get way excited about. scarily so. i didnt vote in the most recent election. when the McRib made its farewell tour last year, i signed a petition to bring it back. 123 times. and no, im not joking. (i was 122 signings away from being the hundred-thousandth signer of this, and i wanted all the glory, even if i had to think of a hundred variations on my name.) so, this is a very big deal for me. but, as a citizen who is very concerned with keeping in proper health, i have yet to romp in the pickle-laden, bbq smothered goodness that i so desperately crave in moments of weakness. this is just a ticking timebomb waiting for me to compromise my (semi) healthy diet and (sporadic) exercise plan. so, until further notice, my tastebuds are on lock down.

welcome to the rock, baby