emilyrocks

so i just had a knock on my door. two little boys...

boys: ummm... do you have a husband?
me: *blink blink* umm...
boys: cause we met a guy who said he lives in 730. he has glasses and a scooter...
me: yeah that's my roommate scott.
boys: yeah...
me: do you want me to tell him you came by when he gets home?
boys: yeah... i'm james and this is jt.
me: okay i'll tell him you stopped by.
boys: man all that looking for nothing...

it's mainly the 'do you have a husband' thing that was funny about this. the rest is just kinda weird... why are two little boys looking for my roommate? or maybe i just need to stop being so paranoid and suspicious... yeah...

so porn and poker last night. much fun was had by all. i think pixie's pissed at me though. cause i couldn't drive her home when she wanted me to. because i was smashed. and i'm not dumb enough to drive while smashed. so someone else took her home. forget his name oh well. he came back later and said she was mad. or course, by that time i was even more smashed and slightly nakkid. (since none of us could focus long enough to actually play poker, we made up a new game. one card, lowest takes off clothes. i lost. on purpose.) i just got home from this fun ness like half an hour ago. actually i went to school first. and then i came home. i haven't slept since yesterday. sleep = good. shower = good. am now going to go to both.

xoxoxo