Totally Obscure No Sense Making Entry...

Well, I just spent the last thirty minutes contemplating this entry. Going over the basics of the entire blog really. For those of you that blog know exactly the kind of thought process I'm talking about. The whole who should I clown, who shouldn't I clown, how politically incorrect can I be without getting taken down by the FBI, is the crazy face I made at the thought of his penis really worth talking about. It was that sort of thing with a short interlude of cell phone Tetris thrown in for good measure. And it occurred to me that every person I meet on a day to day basis is subject to a good clowning on this blog... On the same note it occurred to me that this was so not the week to quit smoking.
Now that I've gotten that whole misunderstood artist thing out of the way I have to talk about the crazy shit that I've experienced in the last week or so. I came back from my trip to the 'Ham for the Thanksgiving holiday (an experience in itself, that I don't even have enough vicodin to go into right now) on Sunday night. I pretty much went home and took a nap for a hot minute. It was then decided by the roommate and I that we would try to be total rockstars (which we're not) and go out for a while and have a drink in celebration of my return home. We ended up heading on down to Tribe to meet a guy, who will be referred to only as Special K from here on out. We meet up with Special K, well not really meet up with him, we sent text messages back and forth across the bar because I am a text message whore. I freely admit my addiction to texting, I actually prefer to a phone call since I've developed this rather attractive old man death bed coughing hacking type thing. Anyway, back to the point. From Tribe we went over to Play (which is exactly ten steps away... Yes, I did count) for what we were told was karaoke night. We were terribly misinformed. Did you know that Play doesn't accept credit cards? What the hell kind of bar is that? I mean, can't a bitch start a bar tab up in here? I have a total aversion to cash so this did not bode well for the Gregster at all. I ordered one beer and a coke totalling something close to $7 or so. Whatever, not the point. Anyway, we hung out a Play for all of ten seconds because I was definitely not feeling the vibe of that place on a Sunday night. Tribe is a lot more fun should you ever hit Nashvegas and need something to do on a Sunday night. We left feeling only slightly fulfilled. Got home and crashed the hell out. Monday morning was not pretty. 'Nuff said. Tuesday night we went with the roommates cousin HDTV (As she will be known on here) to see this really bad ass guitar chick named Ashley McBryde play. She so sweet, such a lesbian! I kissed her later at the Lipstick, but that's neither here nor there. I met a lot of really neat-o (Who says that? I mean really?) lesbians, not of which are bound to become my Nashville lesbians because everybody's a singer up here and I've got a singing lesbian so sorry girls, the position has been filled. After Ashley's set we went to the Lipstick Lounge for some down home big gay karaoke! To say it was disasterous would be the understatement of my life. Ugh... I don't even want to begin, but I will say that the scariest part of my evening was watching Fat Bastard's gay twin brother sing "Pussy Control" and when he came off the "stage" he was introduced to me... I feared for my life. I was definitely not about to become the door prize in some tragic game of "Hungry, Hungry Homos." Wednesday I was having none of this imaginary rockstar lifestyle I had created for myself this week, so I went straight home after work and crashed out. It was nice to feel refreshed the next morning.
Yesterday... Oh god, yesterday was one for the record books and that's all we'll say about it. I could go in to graphic and uncensored details about it, but I'd rather not. I still have a headache from trying to figure out what happened. I will leave you with this little tid-bit of info: I do know what I want, but it's always been more fun for me to have someone else figure it out instead of me having to tell you!
So in closing, I have only this... What do I want to do? I want to sit in my house and smoke like Marlboro man and watch Netflix... ALONE! Now go do your homework and I'll call you later!