© 2011 Josh Balconyview

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk.

It’s a rare rainy day in LA, an Ernest Hemingway day, the kind that ends with a blackout and a hangover.

Which means that tomorrow the sky will be smog free and beautiful. Tomorrow is a perfect day for eating pot brownies, cutting class, and lazing about the park with a Bukowski book and a pack of cigarettes.  It will be a perfect day for telling your boss to take his empty promises and shove them up his ass.  It will be a perfect day for rolling into an intersection as the light changes to collect a nice insurance payout.  It will be a perfect day for estranged sex partners to take that drive up the coast to sleep with their exes and ruin their relationships, for journalists to start their novels, for your girlfriend’s annoying dog to ‘run away’.   All of those promises you make, in between toasting and puking, tomorrow’s the day.  Punch that asshole at the coffee shop.  Hit on that hottie at the gym.  Murder your spouse, finally.  It’s going to be a beautiful day.

2 Comments

  1. Jenny K
    Posted February 16, 2011 at 8:47 pm | #

    OMG I totally want this on a teeshirt –

    “All of those promises you make, in between toasting and puking, tomorrow’s the day. Punch that asshole at the coffee shop. Hit on that hottie at the gym. Murder your spouse, finally. It’s going to be a beautiful day.” -Some blog

  2. Scottyboom
    Posted February 17, 2011 at 5:10 pm | #

    Best blag ever. I’m going to kill my girlfriend’s dog today!

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