one year older, one year wiser
damn im exhausted. Saturday after work pants came over and we went to hooters and made fun of all the trashy people, and ate bad sandwitches. then iva gave me beer for my birthday and i drank it until jeff daniel and brent arrived. I ate some cake and ice cream with a knife because as fiasco exclaimed if i can't do that on my birthday then fuck america (he didnt actually say fuck america, but i know thats what he meant.) Then we headed over to a party way the fuck out in scottsdale. I got to meet most of jeff's karaoke buddies and do beer shots all night. Met his friend alex who makes some of the best drinks i've ever had that contain cranberry juice. Alex told me a bunch about the kind of music she likes, and alot of it is pretty good, girl pants and her would get along great. crazy drunk girls were yelling all night, while the aristocracy smoked out side and conversed about movie stars, sexual experiences, and the effects of drugs on the brain. all in all it was a pretty fuckin good birthday. And i didnt even throw up.