Are ya kidding??
So last night I got ridiculously (sp?) drunk. There was no need to get that drunk. I broke my phone and my headphones. I was attempting to be a safe drunkard by riding my bike around which usually ends up well for me, however last night was a different story. I remember leaving my friends house and trying to ride to another house but I fell. I fell a lot. I cut up my knees really badly and my ass...weird I know. I remember being on campus....odd. I remember sitting on the curb with my bike in the middle of street being really angry at it... odd again. I remember kicking it. Now I wake up in my room and immediatly feel the pain of my falls look in my shed and my bike is not there. I have compeletly lost my bike. I searched the areas I know I was las night but it's not there. I guess I tried to bbq last night when i got home too. The bbq was still on and a hotdog was chared inside. Why? Why did I feel the need to get that drunk? Why didn't I accept a ride? Where is my bike? I walk with a limp and cannot find my bike...I was singing about my bike last night, you know the queen song " I want to ride my BIIIIICycle Biiiiicycle..." Yeah I'm sure I was a sight last night. Great.