cab drivers are real assholes... and other news you already knew....
Mandy and I are at Morgan's trailer. We all drank a bit and went bowling. Why did we go bowling, you ask? So Morgan could look at this Aaron Waid impersonator that works behind the counter. He sprayed our bowling shoes with air freshener when we were done with them. Sexy, eh? Anyway, it appeared that WVU offers free breakfast around 1 am, so Mandy and I hit that up. We piled cold hashbrowns, eggs, donuts, and rolls on our plates and went at it. We met some boys and one was named like Kasdflkjnaslkjrlkej or something. I liked the other one better because Kasldfkaslfjalsjdf was a Republican and the other one said he liked to shoot George Bush or something. Anyway... we all ate our greasy food and then us girls called a cab. We actually called the cab 3 or 5 times before it finally showed up. It took an hour. It finally came at like 2:37. That left us stranded for a long time and Mandy was real sick. It turned out that little cabbie was quite the ass on this particular night. He gave Morgan creepy stares. He drove like a damn maniac. He told us, "Next time, DON'T tell me you live in Star City." Cause supposedly Morgan doesn't know where she lives or something. We finally jumped out of the cab, and we did jump far, and ran back to the trailer where we are now safe and sound. However, I will not be able to sleep peacefully until the loons hush it up. Mandy's lost her voice, but it now sounds like a little old lady voice, and I can definitely hear Morgan. It's all ok, though, girls. I don't mind. I need some more water anyway. Night. And once again.. Happy Birthday, Morgan!