Normally...

I wouldn't complain about the girl behind the counter adding a shot of espresso to my iced coffee, but it is 12:30am, I am in the drive-thru and it's fucking pouring out. So, as a result I may be up awhile...we shall see.

Went down and visited with the parental units last night. They took me out for dinner in celebration of my 2nd, thirtieth birthday. We had a good time. It's always somewhat bizarre to get tanked with mom & dad but it never gets out of hand. Ok, that's not true, it gets out of hand if it's a holiday and we're home. In that case my dad throws caution to the wind.

and thus I learned where I get my tolerance and reckless abandon when drinking...

in case anyone was wondering, "What do I have to do" by Stabbing Westward, gets my vote for, "best desperate, broken-hearted, alterna-metal jam of the 90's".

It's friday and I have a huge weekend planned.

Later on tonight is drinking with co-workers and JackassJoe and JackassJen (brother & his girlfriend)

Tomorrow, I am partying my ass off at 5-2-9. It's an, "Alice in Wonderland" party and I have heard from a reliable source, I will be able to party my ass off with diet soda and mushrooms....it doesn't get much better than that.

Well maybe if there were free boxes of $50 bills and hot scots-irish chicks, but a guy cant be greedy.

I got my hair cut today. I look like a fucking marine. *sigh* I need a normal sized head.

Time for bed. There should be periodic updates through the weekend depending on how fucked up I am.

I'm not making any promises.

I'm Jackass Jimmy and I endorse this post, beeyotches!