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The past weekend was funfilled with ridiculous amounts of drama and douchebaggery. A certain friend threw a party which quickly snowballed out of our control resulting in vomiting on a couch, a brother sister quarrel of sorts, the cops making a guest appearance at the party, and me walking in on some unsightly and grossly appalling happenings. The vomiting was the catalyst for a series of cataclysmic events, namely kicking someone out and then having the cops called on the house. It is still unclear as to who exactly was the culprit of the phone call, but it's been narrowed to a brother/sister tandem. I'm more inclined to lean towards the brother half of the duo, but the facts are still inconsistent. Whoever it was, fuck you! Even in the midst of all of the commotion, I still managed to have myself a good time and enjoyed setting the cops at bay while quietly mocking them from the inside.
Saturday day was spent watching Requiem For A Dream with Jesse, the first person I've met who didn't like the movie. I was shocked, but i guess its more enjoyable if you've actually pawned your moms tv to go score some heroin as is the case with yours truly. Saturday night provided the opportunity to exercise our promise of a black ball and it was enjoyable watching the wee buckos scatter as the "cops" were coming. Sunday was filled with watching football like the atypical guy that I am. Well thats all for me.
Saturday day was spent watching Requiem For A Dream with Jesse, the first person I've met who didn't like the movie. I was shocked, but i guess its more enjoyable if you've actually pawned your moms tv to go score some heroin as is the case with yours truly. Saturday night provided the opportunity to exercise our promise of a black ball and it was enjoyable watching the wee buckos scatter as the "cops" were coming. Sunday was filled with watching football like the atypical guy that I am. Well thats all for me.