WOO!
Went to a halloween party at Ryan's house last night. I went as Larry the registered sex offender. I put on some prison tattoos with an eyeliner pencil. I almost got into a fight over the Swazi on my neck, and I totally would have fought the guy too. Got drunk as fuck, and studied some psychology. Woke up with some chick's phone number on my hand. Her name is cheyenne, but I don't remember if she's a fat chick or not. James drank his fifth of Jager and about a third of the seagrams then passed out, and I decided to walk home. It got pretty interesting after a while... A good night indeed.