The last 4 days of my life have been pretty brutal...
St. Paddy's was awful. I started throwin back beers at like 9 a.m. and ended up at Froggies around 11:00. We strong armed Becks for the better part of 5 hours and I decided to go eat at Long John Silvers. WORST.DECISION.EVER. 20 minutes later, CODE 2. If you aren't familiar, that's a sudden, unsettling need to shit. So i head home, handle my B.I. and then end up throwing up for the next 2 hours. Bedridden at 5:30 p.m. on the day of the drink. What a failure.
I have been sleeping on the couch (well, more like rolling around trying to find a few minutes of shut eye like a crack head) so as to not disturb TBC while she gets her beauty rest.
I have been sick, but more importantly, my Dr. refused to refill my "medication".
Just know this, everything I write on this blog is tamed down with xanax, you don't want to know me on a 3 day withdrawl.
I finally got into the Dr. yesterday, layed the smack down on his candy ass (yes that is a reference to Dwayne "the rock" Johnson), and got STOCKED THE FUCK UP.
I'm back in good shape so things are looking up.
I've been hittin the twitter HARD.
follow me: Ollie on Twitter.
Also, show some love to the folks in my blogroll...
Big ups to Lake and Brock over at uvtblog.com for showin some love and joining the NPB march madness challenge.
Big shouts to JonnyD, Royal, ElCapitan, and Drama from code2ave.
Big shouts to the new homie/twitter follower/fashion blogger Cliff from Anatomy blog.
New throwback Thursday joints will be up later. I'm locked into the ncaa tourney right now and Memphis is down 6 to fucking Northridge. Talk about a bracket buster.