Fuck, I love Fridays. They are by far the most the most liberating day of the week. And the most liberating thing to do on the most liberating day has so far involved liberating the contents of a bottle of Cranberry Finlandia.
Fridays are not liberating in the sense of a group of college kids singing "Baby Got Back" at karaoke night at the campus bar - no, they're liberating in the sense of a Pontiac Solstice commercial. Really liberating.
Don't ask me what any of this is supposed to mean. I'm a little too liberated.
According to tonight's itinerary, it's now time to play Metallica in Rock Band until my upstairs neighbor complains.
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