nuh uh you can't tell me nothing.
please someone tell me they saw the vma's last night. it was so sad seeing britney's come-back performance. she needs a hug. the whole show was extra awkward. and the highlight of my sunday. my party saturday was fantastic. from what i recall. i had a cooler full of jager that i was carrying all night. there must of been like 40 birthday blunts. and everyone kept handing me drinks, shoving them down my throat, and pouring more into any cup i was holding. i don't even know what i was drinking. i don't remember much of the night. but i do recall getting on the stripper pole and making $30 from like 6 guys. i spilled some red drink all over my shirt. and so holly berry poured hers on her shirt because she didn't want me to feel dumb. which wasn't necessary, but it was cute. we ended up leaving the kitchen completely red, and i think that's when people started getting mad at us. i made out with a few people. and i got kicked out of my own party for cussing out the owner of house's girlfriend. i'm told i spit on her and poured my drink on her face, all because she tried to take my cooler away from me. whatever. i started puking around 5:30am and kept going till around 1pm. definitely a memorable 21st birthday. it would've been way better if any of my loved ones could have been there. partying with strangers ususally ends up with them hating me. i'm cool.