Too Much Smirnoff
I had 4 Smirnoff yesterday, and I drank them all too rapidly. About 2 hours later, I felt like shit in can.
Mike called me, which he never does, and asked me what happened to me. I was like, "What in bloody fuck are you talking about?" He says to me, "Jr. Have you blown your rocket?" what rocket? "You were supposed to call me back. Are we going or are we not?" What is 'bananas,' Alex. "Dont get your boxers in a bunch, Mike," I reply, "I'm supposed to call you back at 4." "-no shit, sherlock. It's 8:56." no it's- wowe... where the fuck did my time go?
we ended up not going...
I didnt go to school today. I didnt really care though; it's ridiculous how over school i am. I did, however, wake up around 12-something-ish, and when I looked up at my pop-corn ceiling, it was moving. Dot formations dancing above me, circling and swirling, and in and out, and 'one-two step.' I was wondering if I could bend a spoon at this time, but didnt try it; where was I supposed to get a spoon? From out my ass?
I walked into the kitchen, and pulled out the thermometer. I had a fever. I wrapped myself in a blanket, and took 2 sudaffed and thermaflu tea (which always tastes bad, no matter how many god-damn flavors they come in), and I surfed the net for a few hours. I found a Blade of grass from the Garden of Eden up for action on Ebay; as stupid as it sounds, $12,260 from the highest bidder goes a long way.
I went into my room, lay down on my bed, and grab a hold of my Dopey Doll, and finally fell back asleep to the 7 dwarfs whistling while they worked. You know what's wierd? Dopey doesnt talk, but he can whistle. Is that Physically possible?
will someone please remind me to take some time with my Smirnoff next time?
Mike called me, which he never does, and asked me what happened to me. I was like, "What in bloody fuck are you talking about?" He says to me, "Jr. Have you blown your rocket?" what rocket? "You were supposed to call me back. Are we going or are we not?" What is 'bananas,' Alex. "Dont get your boxers in a bunch, Mike," I reply, "I'm supposed to call you back at 4." "-no shit, sherlock. It's 8:56." no it's- wowe... where the fuck did my time go?
we ended up not going...
I didnt go to school today. I didnt really care though; it's ridiculous how over school i am. I did, however, wake up around 12-something-ish, and when I looked up at my pop-corn ceiling, it was moving. Dot formations dancing above me, circling and swirling, and in and out, and 'one-two step.' I was wondering if I could bend a spoon at this time, but didnt try it; where was I supposed to get a spoon? From out my ass?
I walked into the kitchen, and pulled out the thermometer. I had a fever. I wrapped myself in a blanket, and took 2 sudaffed and thermaflu tea (which always tastes bad, no matter how many god-damn flavors they come in), and I surfed the net for a few hours. I found a Blade of grass from the Garden of Eden up for action on Ebay; as stupid as it sounds, $12,260 from the highest bidder goes a long way.
I went into my room, lay down on my bed, and grab a hold of my Dopey Doll, and finally fell back asleep to the 7 dwarfs whistling while they worked. You know what's wierd? Dopey doesnt talk, but he can whistle. Is that Physically possible?
will someone please remind me to take some time with my Smirnoff next time?