she's hit ev'ry little bit she's hit she's hit she's hit she's hit and she won't get up

Oct 03, 2003 04:14

Leslie's making me drink more and more beer lately. I still hate it, but it's not nearly as bad as I remember it being. I still don't think I could get through a whole one though. I had 2 shots of jager... then it was off to 1984. We went in "Trashy" mode, and creepy ugly guys wouldn't stay away. Leslie and I played gay and I got free lapdances! (score) We danced, we smoked, we talked all kinds of shit. It was great.

I wanted to go to Popscene to see the Stills, but I thought I'd be all uncomfortable there and I knew it would be packed too. I chewed an entire pack of gum today and my jaw is hella sore now. Had an anxiety attack at work and nearly hyperventilated to death. The last of my tickets for my vacation arrive sometime tomorrow via UPS, and they better get here before I have to go to work.

Ben, Leslie and I hung out in my room, reading the funniest interview ever, listening to tales of Ben making out with other boys and girls and lots of other information about his love life, and ate sandwhiches. YUM.

I'm awesome, and don't you forget it.

"squeaky-clean, like colgate toothpaste advertising mother fuckin' like little house on the prairie cheesesticks!"
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