March 2, 2012

but when I do it's sitting in a pub somewhere filling my face with wings and Half Pints creeping on first-year film students who have to listen to our booth getting progressively more obnoxious and rowdy the more beers we have the better the Jets play


and I drink this Half Pints because it's the best beer out there which makes the fact that the Garbonzo's on campus only carries their Bulldog Amber and had the gall to run out of it towards the end of the evening.



and I hang out with these two fools and argue about politics despite my best efforts (for once) and swap stories because we almost never see Will because either I'm too busy being a student or he's in Vancouver, again, so when I had to resort to hanging out on twitter because they were talking about cameras and video editing software it was like a warm, familiar, annoying hug.



and I make this is the stupid face after a bunch 'o beers when the Jets are destroying the Panthers which is a combination of beer, joy, spicy hot wing coma, and disbelief over the fact that I actually knew which two teams were playing



and I don't even give an f that it's going to snow like a mofo overnight and I'm going to slip three times while walking through this to get to work