Shopping

My car's fuel light is on, and I don't feel like dropping $55 to fill the thing up. As a result, I've been riding my Harley everywhere I go since I got back to MD.

Last night I needed to go grocery shopping since the only things in the fridge that are mine are two things of 4% large curd cottage cheese and some 3 day old Papa John's cheese sticks and pizza (and obviously some assorted condiments, which combined properly, could probably become edible). So I threw on my backpack and headed out, in some light rain, to the store.

Long story short, I came back with ten beers and four rolls of toilet paper (since I'd been out for literally over a month).

Today I came home from work to 16 empty beer cans in my room, and three and a half rolls of mountain money in my bathroom.

It appears as though I need to go grocery shopping again.

Beer fueled weeknight FIFA is not good for anyone, especially the 13 year old kids that get romped on by the two greatest sets of thumbs to ever control Juve's players. Buffon.

Now I'm off to play real soccer with real people down in DC. Good day to you all.