So, this New Years I managed to do the following after an outrageous amount of Jaegermeister :
1. Slap my friend. A girl..yeah.
2. Accost said friend's friend until she kissed me.
3. Ran down the street like a lunatic then sat down on a brick wall where I cried.
4. Threw up in the middle of a group of people.
5. Fell down more times than anyone would care to count.
6. Broke my shoes. I didn't even know that was possible.
I am the most disgusting human being I know of and I wouldn't be the least bit suprised if everyone who saw my behavior thinks the same and hates me for it. At least I don't remember any of it, because if I did I would have probably shot myself this morning. Hopefully everyone else had fun. *shrug*
1. Slap my friend. A girl..yeah.
2. Accost said friend's friend until she kissed me.
3. Ran down the street like a lunatic then sat down on a brick wall where I cried.
4. Threw up in the middle of a group of people.
5. Fell down more times than anyone would care to count.
6. Broke my shoes. I didn't even know that was possible.
I am the most disgusting human being I know of and I wouldn't be the least bit suprised if everyone who saw my behavior thinks the same and hates me for it. At least I don't remember any of it, because if I did I would have probably shot myself this morning. Hopefully everyone else had fun. *shrug*
I stayed home from work today and haven't yet put on pants. I feel very accomplished. I wish America would adopt the No-Pants Wednesday as well as daily naptimes as national traditions, we'd have less violence I'm sure of it.
So I want to move to Washington. Anyone know if Bellingham is a cool place? I hear it's pretty rad.
So my last entry I described the lame text message I sent. Well a little while after I sent that one I sent another one, and it developed into a conversation of sorts. She thinks she can out sarcasm me, and for that she is sorely mistaken. I'm not exactly sure how a sacrasm contest works, or how a winner is chosen, but I'm hoping we can battle it out over a cocktail at some point.
How do we figure out who is more sacrastic? Would we need to go to an unbiased third party?
How do we figure out who is more sacrastic? Would we need to go to an unbiased third party?
I had to put this somewhere for some to read and laugh at. I just sent a girl that I met at a party last weekend this text message (after sending a few back and forth, asking for screen names, she didn't have one) : "well shucks, call me sometime if you want, we could debate world issues or something, haha." Yeah, I even put the haha at the end.
I'm a fucking nerd.
Anyway, I don't update much but I figured I would for this, and besides someone might have some advice for someone lacking in charm and tact, right? Damn.
I'm a fucking nerd.
Anyway, I don't update much but I figured I would for this, and besides someone might have some advice for someone lacking in charm and tact, right? Damn.
She was barely a teen hangin' out in-between, just a part of the scene with mercurial smile and incurable style she was only a dream...how's that, he didn't know a thing about making love to the kind of girl you read about.
That about sums up how I feel about things round here.
That about sums up how I feel about things round here.
I don't have anyone to talk to, but I'm not quite sure I want someone to talk to. I think I just want some comapny, a warm body in my presence to exchange snide comments about television with. Perhaps even have a quiet dinner. But whoever really knows what they want?
Oh, and it's one thing to play loud music at night, but come on people...Funkytown?
Oh, and it's one thing to play loud music at night, but come on people...Funkytown?
