Cú Chulainn wrote:
Goat wrote:
Hungover but determined to get some good writerin' done this afternoon. Hopefully some industrial-strength tea and store-bought cupcakes will renew my madskillz.
Same. Went out with 10 pounds last night, somehow managed to cajole a variety of people into buying me drinks. Got well shitfaced.
Today I'm going to try and write a piece about a proposed smoking ban on our uni's campus. Fascists...
Smoking bans are awesome... for non-smokers.
As for me, I feel like a fucking badass. Last night might have been the closest my life will ever have to an action scene from a movie. Story time: My friends and I were leaving this part of the city to head back to their place and get ready to go downtown and dance. I drove separately so got in my car and was driving down this street when I passed them walking to their car. I saw a guy walking up to them but didn't think about it. I turn down a street to see in my rearview mirror that guy now chasing them down the street! Exclamation point! I threw my car into reverse, began honking my horn like crazy and whipped my car back around to where they were and while doing this the guy stopped pursuing them and ran off. I got out and yelled to them to get in my car. Apparently, the guy pulled a gun on them and tried to mug them. They responded by running away only to be surprised by me pulling my car up and getting them. We called the cops and saw the guy fleeing so we followed him for a bit in my car until the dispatch told us to stay put. Cops showed up, swarmed the block with cars and picked up with the K-9 patrol. I feel really bad about the police issue of it but me picking them up was fucking awesome.