Cause We Like Her, & We Like Her Too Pt. 1

Returned from Vegas just under 24 hours ago and already I am anticipating the next trip. Chasing down sleep as the sun rises, smelling of cigars and floral perfume, carelessly throwing down cash while passing the tables...it's a fast-paced marathon that leaves you with a serious jogger's high.

Pt 2. coming when I get the photos and vids from the various cameras that were in circulation. I have photos from my own point and shooter but those may stay put per the request of some, haha. Then again, maybe I'll post them up on just BTYB.

- Jason K.

Considerations

Considering FINALLY enabling comments to be posted to the blog...but if I did that, I'd more than likely put up a tracker too so I could get a better understanding of wo the anonymous posters might be, haha.

On a completely random, unrelated note, I'm completely stoked for Vegas. I cannot wipe this grin off my face since I'm that pumped up for it.

- Jason K.

Apologies

Apologies if anything was misconstrued in the last entry. I have truly awesome friends that I would NOT trade for anything else in the world, unless it's for a night out with a pre-baby Jessica Alba (think Idle Hands).

On the real, a "bitch move" is just that. I got a little ahead of myself, decided to throw in some sensationalism into my writing (when do I not though?) and it maybe took a wrong turn or two. I was just bitter over the lack of consideration going on with...and I'll end it there : )

- Jason K.

Bleh

What an absolute bitch move. Luckily, I've got a booklet of matches within reaching distance. Bridges be scared.

- Jason K.

Bon Voyage

The ship has set sail and I can honestly say I'm okay with it...I'm just hoping it hits a rock one day and is forced to re-dock. Until then, bon voyage.

- Jason K.

Crushing

Admittedly, I've developed a minor crush on Miss Voegele. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a cute girl and a geetar (i.e. Michelle Branch).

- Jason K.

Revolving Doors

As cliche as it sounds, it's funny how as one door closes, another door opens in its place. Needless to say, it's a revolving door I'm all too familiar with. Unsure of how to proceed, do I step back and plant my foot down in an attempt to stop the closing door? Or do I once again step forward aimlessly through the opening one? Admittedly, I know what I want but may end up settling for what I need. Ambiguous much?

Ya know, on second thought, it's probably best I just say "fuck it" to both, round up the fellas, let them convince me into playing some lame game involving malt liquor, and call it a happy ending. Hm, that would be quite nice...quite nice indeed.

- Jason K.

Petal Pulling

I like her, I like her not, I like her, I like her not...

- Jason K.

Happy Escape From The Uterus Day

Taking mom out to the Asian Art Museum of S.F. as her present. I do believe EVERYTHING (the Academy, Zoo, etc.) are all free of charge today to celebrate your escape from the uterus.

- Jason K.

It's One Of Those Nights

I've got a quart of oil to burn, windows down, and Mr. Johnson in the deck. It's going to be a solid night.

- Jason K.

Happy Cinco de Drunko

Here I am making history, posting a blog while intoxicated. Yes, I'm struggling to type in a coherent manner, and yes, it took me several tries to log into this damn thing due to sloppiness in my typing...

Anyway, most awesome night thanks to some awesome, awesome friends, particularly Mr. Bready for hosting the meal. I am forever indebted to him for introducing me to his savory beef and SPAM tacos! Crazy good eating...and drinking undoubtedly.

Alright, I've overexerted my concentration in typing this blurb out and it's time to pass out. Happy Cince de Mayo Drunko!!

- Jason K.

I Spy

Apparently people still read this after talking with a friend. I thought I was only one that had stayed on the BTYB ship while everyone else had jumped off and found refuge in their walls, tweets, etc. It's endearing to know people still spy stalk read, although I question why, haha...I mean, BTYB has become nothing more than a thumbtack board for my fleeting thoughts, ones that hold relevance for just mere moments. Maybe I'll try another serious go at this...maybe...really though, wouldn't this be like my 324239048th attempt for those keeping count? HAHA.

- Jason K.