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look who's alive.
somewhat random, but i had a great weekend and felt like i should make note of it somewhere. hence, this.
i listened to the (obviously pathetic) song "don't worry, be happy" on the radio for over an hour... some station was upgrading or something. anyway, they just played it over and over and over again. AND I TOUCHED MYSELF.
i bought many gourds. i love this season because of the gourds. also, skeletons. emily's affinity for them has finally rubbed off on me.
last night was out of control. "out of control" is the only phrase that comes close. partners in crime were reunited, shit went down.
i drunk-dialed, was drunk-dialed, and dial soap is my favorite.
this isn't really going anywhere. a recap of the weekend just seems like a waste of my time. i remember it just fine. i mean... what i remember of it is enough.
a lot of people threw up this weekend.
for once, it wasn't me.
for once, i wasn't the one sitting up naked in a chair.
for once, i wasn't squeezing breasts and screaming "PENELOPE" in the middle of the road.
for once, i wasn't the one with broken pieces of glass in every part of my body.
FOR ONCE, i restrained myself from making out with everything... inanimate or not.
and all of these "for once" sentences describe segments of the past month.
not to mention all the blacking out and things i pissed on.
i'm a winner.
somewhat random, but i had a great weekend and felt like i should make note of it somewhere. hence, this.
i listened to the (obviously pathetic) song "don't worry, be happy" on the radio for over an hour... some station was upgrading or something. anyway, they just played it over and over and over again. AND I TOUCHED MYSELF.
i bought many gourds. i love this season because of the gourds. also, skeletons. emily's affinity for them has finally rubbed off on me.
last night was out of control. "out of control" is the only phrase that comes close. partners in crime were reunited, shit went down.
i drunk-dialed, was drunk-dialed, and dial soap is my favorite.
this isn't really going anywhere. a recap of the weekend just seems like a waste of my time. i remember it just fine. i mean... what i remember of it is enough.
a lot of people threw up this weekend.
for once, it wasn't me.
for once, i wasn't the one sitting up naked in a chair.
for once, i wasn't squeezing breasts and screaming "PENELOPE" in the middle of the road.
for once, i wasn't the one with broken pieces of glass in every part of my body.
FOR ONCE, i restrained myself from making out with everything... inanimate or not.
and all of these "for once" sentences describe segments of the past month.
not to mention all the blacking out and things i pissed on.
i'm a winner.