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A little prelogue.

This weekend I went with Peter to his disc golf tournament. A culture i am totally oblivious to. Like i think it’s a bunch of hippies out there drinking, doing drugs, and throwing frisbees. It’s apparently just like golf. Like multiple discs, really fucking tough. The first day peter is out there in a hawaiian shirt, we have a backpack full of beer and lots of good pics are taken. The next day we roll out there and the only person in peter’s group that shows up is a 16 year old from god knows where. Needless to say this kid is probably never going to be the same. I can say this for disc golf. I like hippies, i don’t know why or how anyone can hate hippies. Donation food available, everyone drinking beer, just having a good time. After a day of drinking beer and walking around, i come home, eat some ribs and pass out around 6pm.

I wake up at midnight and start drinking jug wine. I don’t know how this is going to help my day…i kinda fool myself thinking i’ll be drunk by 3am and go back to bed and wake up at 9am.

Melissa msgs me and asks if i wanna go out tonight. I warn her that i’ve been up for almost 24 hours and that i might be quite as charming or cute as i normally am. She wants to go out regardless.

It’s tough writing about a girl a few minutes after she drops you off at your apartment but i do it anyway. I don’t care. This is crackhore. This site is sustained by these drunken, embarassing updates. When those stop then just turn off the lights. It’s a great test of a woman’s strength tho. If she can handle being updated about then she jumps another hurdle. The worst part is the next hurdle is karaoke this Wednesday.

Anyway, this girl is drop dead beautiful and i don’t care if she knows i know.

So……Melissa. Yeah, that’s a good name. So I’ve talked to Melissa alot over the few past few weeks and for some reason she wants to meet me. Luckily my good friend Rachel knows her and convinces her i’m sane enough to meet. Rachel rules, no way i could have done this. We go up to the Rally Point to play some poool. We walk in and Aenima is blaring. I love this bar. When the bartender asks me if i want to pick another cd out when Aenima is done or another Rolling Rock, I say both. I run out to Melissa’s car and grab the Mars Volta cd i burned for her. I hand it to the bartender, she puts it. Rachel walks and looks up at the speakers and says “wow it’s just like Toad’s apartment.”. So awesome. I think I understand missionaries spreading religion. Spreading burned copies of a album is the same thing? No? Okay. Nevermind.
We head out to another bar. Melissa is a lot better at pool that i expected. This sucks. We play more pool, 8 cops walk in, i pretend like the 3 beers belong to rachel, melissa and i all belong to me. No one goes to jail. Yay.

I’m not really sure where this update should end because i really want….melissa to talk to me again so we’ll just leave it here. Hail satan.