Dear Diary,

I just checked my personal voicemail (1800-222-6000, xt RIZZN444) and had messages from the ever resourceful Kat and Kel. They have some of the cutest voices I’ve ever heard. Sexy, even. I sent a reply to Kat that made me sound like a retard, I’m sure, but oh well.

Anyways, I guess I should spill the beans about my trip to Chicago, for anyone that cares. (You care, don’t you diary? There, I knew you did!)

Well, I went up to Chicago after a grueling day of office politics on Thursday (don’t even get me started on that) evening, got our car, which was a nice silver Buick Century, and checked into our hotel. The chick up front was from some oriental country, and didn’t speak a lick of english.

Doh, don’t you just hate it when your phone WON’T STOP RINGING? (brb)

ANYWAY! We check for, sleep off the plane ride and the previous weeks late nights, or at least Blackman does and the top of his snoring lungs.

And then we go get some food at Bennigan’s downtown. We drink some beer, and I get a little buzz. Then we go to this club called the Drink. Someone got punched in the back of the neck and died.

We went home and went to bed. The next day we went to our client’s office. We talked about some stuff.

The next day we slept in a little bit, then we went downtown to fiddle around. We went and fiddled, then we met our client at Bandero’s. We talked and talked and talked until 4 am. He was so drunk he gave us 40% of the company he was starting.

The next day we all went to play battle tech in VR pods. That was fun.

Then we came home.

Always remember kids, a good rule of thumb is if you generally smoke after sex, you are doing it too fast.


Quote of the Entry: “Imagine a world without hypothetical situations.”
– crackbaby

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