as i sit here in my GBD '09 tshirt and cowboy boots, drinking a homemade magic hat green beer and munching on some smart food, i allllmmostttt feel like i'm in college. Except I'm not at CJs, there's no one around (Except the maintenance guy), and my responsibility today is much more than it was this time last year.
BUT IT'S STILL A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!
A wise young writer once said,
"There is a bar somewhere in a magical alleyway that smells like vomit. It has a scintillating drink menu, an awe-inspiring staff and door security that could catch bin Laden. The bathrooms are spacious, the liquor is top shelf and the atmosphere is unbeatable. (Actually, the last detail might be true). Most importantly, however, is the fact CJ's is a one-of-a-kind haven for the weak, the weary, the underage, the overage, the tired, the restless, the abandoned, the broken hearted, the poor (always) and the forgotten. Or, perhaps, those who are too drunk to remember."
a wise one band once kicked ass and covered vampire weekend after writing a slew of their own hauntingly beautiful songs: MUMFORD & SONS.
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