well, it's been one of those weekends. one of those weekends where i go drinking 4 nights in a row until i wake up one morning and i've gone blind and black stuff is coming out of me. i am on day 2 of a bad hangover. my boss saw i wasn't feeling good on monday and decided more boozing was the answer. so he gave me wine until i was playing nothing but hiphop so loud most people got up left and i started shouting at him 'HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU ARE DOWN WITH THE JEWCREW. YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW IT FEELS TO BE PERSECUTED!!' (which seems to consistantly be my drunken rant of choice at the moment). and then i decided to throw my chewed up hubba-bubba into my handbag and now my stuff is all sticky.
one thing is good though, and that is i came across a piece of treasure in the pub last week. i feel like it's a good omen so i keep it in my pocket and now wherever i go i have my pirate sword to protect me from smugglers and scurvy and whatever else gets in my way.
p.s. go read my sister becksy's latest journal entry and you will be forced to admit that your family isn't actually that crazy at all you big bunch of phoneys.
one thing is good though, and that is i came across a piece of treasure in the pub last week. i feel like it's a good omen so i keep it in my pocket and now wherever i go i have my pirate sword to protect me from smugglers and scurvy and whatever else gets in my way.
p.s. go read my sister becksy's latest journal entry and you will be forced to admit that your family isn't actually that crazy at all you big bunch of phoneys.
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EDIT: Oh yeah! And I wants photos knack lady!
[Edited on May 05, 2006 7:29PM]