Why does life have to rock so hard sometimes?

So yesterday I went to Nephew's with my brother Dustin and a couple of friends. Needless to say, I got pretty trashed. Isn't alcohol such a weird drug? It makes you feel 10 feet tall and have the confidence of a bulletproof bear. I was offered by my brother to do "the sprinkler" on the table for a cool five bucks if I made a rotation and a half. So I got on the table and did "the sprinkler" for only one rotation...i didn't get the five bucks. So anyway, I ordered another drink and our server (cute girl named Emily) said that my card was not at the bar. Anyway, long story short she found it at the bar and apologized. So for the rest of the night she kept sucking up to me...fool wanted that tip!
I went up to these ghetto looking black chicks at one point in the night and said "Hi, I'm Casey, I'm just a skinny whiteguy with no game, wanna dance?" I got a nice dirty look and a gentle shove. At least I didn't get slapped. I was determined to dance with someone ghetto as hell that night...it was just a wild hair like..."Goal tonight...at least one ghetto girl." I don't know why that brewed in my skull, but it did. So I saw these other two black chicks with these really big coats on up against the wall looking all mean and shit. I asked one of them to dance to a country song in front of her "peeps".....they all laughed at me, but! She said yes, brave girl, I had to give her props. She said she never danced country before and no one had asked her to dance all night. It was probably because of that gigantic coat. But anyway, it was fun.
So the night was closing out and Emily came up and asked if I wanted to close out my tab. We started talking about something and I remember saying "Well hey, can I get your number...no really, I'm not hitting on you..I just want to call you and try to make you laugh." Because that's what drew me to her, she had a great smile....but talk about a lame ass pick up line. So she laughed at me and said, "are you gonna leave a good tip?" I said "humongous." So she gave me her number and I got the check...I looked at the receipt and on the tip line I wrote $5.00....then I scratched out the zeros and wrote in .75 as a joke. I thought that was pretty funny. I crack myself up sometimes. So we get back home and it's like 3a.m. I'm feeling pretty trashed and I think, "I wonder if that number works?" So I call it at 3am. Ring ring "hello?" I slammed my phone shut immediately and giggled a bit. God I'm an idiot.

So today me and RB went to Target and bought a bookshelf and a clothes hamper...fun stuff. We cleaned the house pretty much all day. We (me, Robert, and a girl called Jenny K) had a nice walk at the Barton Creek Park. Robert took a couple of photos of me shirtless and shameless. I never realized how much of a skinny white bitch I look like....I'm sure Robert will have those on his blog. Feel free to sell those pics to the porno industry. I could be the next Ron Jeremy.....maybe my porn name could be C-Bones.
Harriet was out of hiding today and displaying some strange behavior. She was crawling on the glass of her cage. She never does that, she shouldn't, she's a terrestrial type of spider not an aboreal. Anyway, I got some great photos of her....my how she has grown. Look at this old pic of her when she was just a spiderling.

A great undershot of sweet Harriet...look at those fangs! She's bitten me once when she was smaller..hurt like hell! Which is why I don't handle her anymore.

My hand next to her so you can see just how big she is. How would you like to wake up to that every morning? Well ladies, this is just one of the many things I have to offer.