my new years eve was retarded in the sense that i remember very little of what happened. i haven't been that smashed since jen's party. and have concluded that i was probably more smashed last night because i felt like death today and it's the only time i've been hung over. only time i've thrown up while drunk (and didn't know, until someone told me the next day). only time i've throw up the day after i drank. what i felt like today, makes the flu and stomach virus feel like sex.
(i downed it all too fast.)
it's an education process.
there were highlights, though. laughter and comedians and the new mariokart. streaking. friends. smiling. family guy. some japanese person called konkle's cell. i laughed extremely hard.
this made me smile:
NUGgitzufwIZDUM: are you kissing boys named tyler again???
if ikea and urban outfitters were friends, and they sold fully furnished apartments; i'd buy one.
sooner or later, i'm going to hunt these down in philly (the mission) and buy them.
and if you think they're ugly, you should try XXdyingXXXXXX. i like them.