When I said "gleaming the cube" I really meant "injecting myself with large animal tranqs", but the movie works too.
So anyway, dunx's birthday is tomorrow. Go wish him a happy birthday. I'm serious this time, guys. I think maybe you think I'm joking when I ask you to do stuff like this because I always check and the person only has like, a page and a half of comments. I know more people than that read my journal. Now go wish my best friend in the whole world a happy birthday.
We celebrated last night, but I had to turn in early. It wasn't as awesome as last year when I drank 3/4 of a bottle of Jameson and tried to sit on a couch and missed. I felt bad about leaving early last night, but I figured it was better than hanging around and feeling miserable.
But yeah, last year... I think that was the night that blow saved my life, and the only time ever that dunx has tried to keep me from drinking, except that time I did all the percocet and told him to not let me drink. He even kept giving me beer at the beer garden after spring/fall thesis parade when I had run out of whiskey by 4 pm and then dropped the bottle on the ground where it smashed all over the place. At least it was empty. Boy, THAT was a night.
On... Thursday? dunx and I got wicked trashed and watched Bad Santa at like 1 in the morning. I have some fabulous pictures to commemorate it but I haven't uploaded them yet. Dude, we were in fuckin' TOP FORM drunk dialing UnnecessaryZ at like 2 in the morning. We'd gone to this bar earlier where this guy tried to tell us that Jack In The Box sucked and I ended up saying something like "you are so fucking retarded you don't even know" and yelling a lot and all of a sudden dunx and I were singing Bon Jovi and the people at the table next to us thought we were TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME. I swear.
Most of my stuff is still in boxes. I'm unpacking my clothes. I don't have anything to wear tonight.
So anyway, dunx's birthday is tomorrow. Go wish him a happy birthday. I'm serious this time, guys. I think maybe you think I'm joking when I ask you to do stuff like this because I always check and the person only has like, a page and a half of comments. I know more people than that read my journal. Now go wish my best friend in the whole world a happy birthday.
We celebrated last night, but I had to turn in early. It wasn't as awesome as last year when I drank 3/4 of a bottle of Jameson and tried to sit on a couch and missed. I felt bad about leaving early last night, but I figured it was better than hanging around and feeling miserable.
But yeah, last year... I think that was the night that blow saved my life, and the only time ever that dunx has tried to keep me from drinking, except that time I did all the percocet and told him to not let me drink. He even kept giving me beer at the beer garden after spring/fall thesis parade when I had run out of whiskey by 4 pm and then dropped the bottle on the ground where it smashed all over the place. At least it was empty. Boy, THAT was a night.
On... Thursday? dunx and I got wicked trashed and watched Bad Santa at like 1 in the morning. I have some fabulous pictures to commemorate it but I haven't uploaded them yet. Dude, we were in fuckin' TOP FORM drunk dialing UnnecessaryZ at like 2 in the morning. We'd gone to this bar earlier where this guy tried to tell us that Jack In The Box sucked and I ended up saying something like "you are so fucking retarded you don't even know" and yelling a lot and all of a sudden dunx and I were singing Bon Jovi and the people at the table next to us thought we were TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME. I swear.
Most of my stuff is still in boxes. I'm unpacking my clothes. I don't have anything to wear tonight.
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i stopped drinking alcoohl years ago =P
Would you came to that big Party in France in March?
i would be happy if i can have you as a friend
~S~