Birthweek, day four... I went to grant a pretty lady happy birthday, I stole the night. I ended up drunk and the owner granted me safe passage into the land of... not sober... O_o/ .... yes... Though the morning of my proper birth day started drunkenly and at the best noms foodening location at the hours of proper drinkening... I cannot wait for the proper mid birthweek party to start. I think this is where I grow fearful of where this coming day may end. I expect to be M.I.A. for a minimum of two days. Streetlight Manifesto is on Monday I think... I hope the party ends there. Not that I want to work... Just that it supplies me with plenty of fuel for the drinkening... and the gamenening. . .. and the I should sleep meow. so drunkenly... The garbage plate/Big Bubba is awe inspiring if you ever go to The Bayleaf in Salt Lake/BTW.
P.S. The urge to vomit on someone returned but only momentarily after a boy of a good friend who be a girl, decided to be impolite. The food ficksed this, I don't know how...
P.S. The urge to vomit on someone returned but only momentarily after a boy of a good friend who be a girl, decided to be impolite. The food ficksed this, I don't know how...