x-mas eve

Fucking steelers. Theyre like everything ive ever loved. Such great highs, then suddenly crushing defeat and lows, and several months later, your south pole is covered in red bumps (baby, call me back, i miss your lovin'!)

Today they dropped the ball and managed to end up with one of the worst post-superbowl-victory-season records to date. And theres two more games left in the season. Fuck.
Oh, well, i still love them, even if i pass out from pain every time i pee.....what was i talking about again?

My 'game' has dropped immeasurably. I was on such a positive upswing for a while, but now im an instant candidate for the friend zone. which is fine. I probably messed up my chanced last night with a former coworker cause i showed up to a bar with green cake icing matted in my beard and sideburns. Face-sweater '06/'07 is going swimmingly, but combined with the fact that im extremely impressionable when i drink, and i enjoy cake to an almost dangerous degree, i found it most difficult to fully cleanse ones' self after a face-plant into cake. That's right, steve B always has his party hat on.

But who comes back to their hometown for christmas to sleep with people they missed the first time around?

...oh, wait, everybody? ...Darn.

Oh, well.

Yo! I got stung by a fucking bee or something.
Who does that still happen to?
My hand is all swollen and goofy looking (shut up) Its pretty rad.

thats it

Happy holidays, asshole;

STEVE