As I’m typing this, I just finished drinking 4 Jack and Cokes and… maybe I should share my predictions for WWE WrestleMania XL, the advertised “biggest WrestleMania of all time.”
Getting straight to it, here are my picks…
Continue reading WWE WrestleMania XL (Drunk) PredictionsAfter my errands today and capping off the work week with an ice-cold Jack and Coke, now I’m tired and in a mellow mood, and I would like to simply quote Charlie Burg.
But I only think of you
Charlie Burg’s “I Don’t Wanna Be Okay Without You”
Will we be together soon?
I’m thrown to the wayside
You’re planted in my mind
But I don’t wanna be okay without you
Happy weekend, everyone.
Oh, God. Today is Saturday, March 9, 2024. What can I even share here under 30 minutes after drinking highball glasses of 6 Jack and Cokes?
Well, should I even share something right now after getting some liquid courage? I do not know. Right now, I am listening to War’s “Why Can We Be Friends?” more than once – something I usually do when I want to reconnect with an old friend I had a fallout with. And right now, I am also waiting for my Younger Brother to come home. Usually, he sobers up before going home, and I am sure he will keep his word. I will sleep after he comes home.
Speaking of that old friend, will I even have that reconnection? I have been praying for that reconnection for years, but will it even happen? I have been praying for it so hard yet I feel like giving up… but damn. Should I give up? My soul tells me otherwise.
What else? Oh, I am not sure if I should make my own blog featured image for this post. Maybe I should? Maybe I should. But right now, I am too drunk to click and open my Adobe Photoshop, and I am so sure tonight is the 1st time I have drank more than 5 glasses of Jack and Coke. Maybe I should just upload the image after I post this.
Again, what else? Right. My hair is full of oil-based bubble-gum-scented pomade right now, and I started washing it with hot water before I had my 1st glass of Jack and Coke last night. I need to wash my hair 2 or 3 more times so I can tell that my hair is pomade-free – and right now, that will happen this Sunday. Oh, well.
And time’s up.
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