2002-11-15 7:36 p.m.
Dirty Friday Five
The Dirty Friday Five (from Fergie via Rumblelizard):
- Fuckin A, it's Friday finally. Whatcha drinkin, cause we all know you are a slobbering lush.
I had a Bloody Orange Cosmopolitan (hey, it was my warmup drink!) and a mojito at a place called the Palomino. With a name like that, I thought that it should either be a kitschy Southwestern tourist trap or about 15 blocks south, down in leather daddy territory, but sadly, it was just a yuppie bar. The drinks were mediocre. God help me if I ever drink in a bar with a "concept" again.
- Are ya gettin any this weekend? Who's the lucky bastard?
TheBoy, but not tonight. Shame getting liquored up after a hard day at work is just putting me to sleep. (Also, the VH1 special on bad 70s music he's currently watching is totally creeping me out.)
- Tell Heather you fucking love her in a creative way. Watch your tongue and be nice, or I will hunt you down and cut it out of your filthy mouth.
Who the fuck is Heather?
- Think these questions are fluff? Go fuck yourself. For the rest of you, what's the best fucking movie you've ever seen? [I mean, the best movie, not the best movie with fucking in it, unless you wanna share that too.]
The Third Man. Orson Welles rules, and he has the best motherfucking movie entrance ever in this movie. Plus his character is incredibly cynical, and I loves me some cynical.
- So what the fuck are you doing this weekend?
Cleaning the goddamn bathroom, most likely. It's overdue.