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So I'm tired, right? But, see, it's good. Despite myself, I had a really fun time last night. Saara and I watched the new Eddie Izzard DVD and determined that it was subpar. I kept her from getting attacked and killed in the basement.
Apples to Apples was, as always, a great fucking time. Simon and Jocelyn were Apples to Apples virgins - Simon ended up winning a game. Why the hell can I never win? That's it! No one appreciates my sense of humor. As soon as I got to the Hotel, I picked up my beer from the night before and drank it. Who cares if it's flat? It's still fucking beer!
Nato and I went to hipster karaoke on the south side. Oh, they're gonna hate me for calling them hipsters. Whatever. The last time I felt so out of place was probably in high school. Honestly, I never fit in with the in crowd. Oh, whatever. I suck at this game. Anyway, Amanda was there looking dejected, so we traded barbs until we felt a little better. Oh! And we hid our pitchers of beer under the table.
Take that, you beer-stealing hipsters!
Hee. That was funny. Shut up. Um, where was I? OH! I KNOW! Thong girl. There was this girl wearing pants that, when she sat, very nearly slid down to her knees. Her entire ass was exposed to the bar. I have pictures. I'll post them. Awesome. And also in the exciting side of things, I got to meet Michael, my very favorite reviewer. It was his birthday, so that was nice.
I'm becoming irritated with my comma useage. Dammit.
Okay, so we went to Amanda and Ashley's new house. They have kitties and orange furniture that is not all from the Punk Mahal, but all matches! Chuck totally called me when he was sitting two feet away from me and left me voicemail of random bleeps and bloops. Oh, and me saying stuff. Lame, Chuck, lame.
I've failed to mention how very nice Nato is. He's such a polite young man!
So what's goin' on tonight?
Apples to Apples was, as always, a great fucking time. Simon and Jocelyn were Apples to Apples virgins - Simon ended up winning a game. Why the hell can I never win? That's it! No one appreciates my sense of humor. As soon as I got to the Hotel, I picked up my beer from the night before and drank it. Who cares if it's flat? It's still fucking beer!
Nato and I went to hipster karaoke on the south side. Oh, they're gonna hate me for calling them hipsters. Whatever. The last time I felt so out of place was probably in high school. Honestly, I never fit in with the in crowd. Oh, whatever. I suck at this game. Anyway, Amanda was there looking dejected, so we traded barbs until we felt a little better. Oh! And we hid our pitchers of beer under the table.
Take that, you beer-stealing hipsters!
Hee. That was funny. Shut up. Um, where was I? OH! I KNOW! Thong girl. There was this girl wearing pants that, when she sat, very nearly slid down to her knees. Her entire ass was exposed to the bar. I have pictures. I'll post them. Awesome. And also in the exciting side of things, I got to meet Michael, my very favorite reviewer. It was his birthday, so that was nice.
I'm becoming irritated with my comma useage. Dammit.
Okay, so we went to Amanda and Ashley's new house. They have kitties and orange furniture that is not all from the Punk Mahal, but all matches! Chuck totally called me when he was sitting two feet away from me and left me voicemail of random bleeps and bloops. Oh, and me saying stuff. Lame, Chuck, lame.
I've failed to mention how very nice Nato is. He's such a polite young man!
So what's goin' on tonight?