It ain't trickin if you got it.
Alright so, I'm gonna go ahead and write about this now before my day of cleanup begins.
It's about eight in the morning now, and I just have to say that last night, I threw my biggest and craziest party thus far.
Other than a couple of bad things that happened, it was a pretty sweet night.
I mean... throw up happens, and I'll find my phone or get a new one eventually.
I'm pretty sure that as far as the mood of the night goes, it was one of the best so far.
I mean, as a host, I was in good spirits all night.
I never really got stressed out or pissed off and it was all good times.
But, I'm pretty sure everybody thinks I'm crazy.
Which is fine.
Because, bitch, I know how to throw a fuckin party. haha
I feel bad for those that got sick and stuff.
That's never fun.
I hope they don't have shitty hangovers today.
And, this may sound weird...
But, I'm almost excited about cleaning up.
It's gonna take hours probably, but I'm up for it.
Funny story:
I've lived in this house for like 4 years now, and I've never talked to my neighbors. Ever.
I was sure they thought I was autistic or something because I never spoke to them in four years.
My parents have, but I haven't.
Anyway, so after 4 years of living here, I'm at the party, and, of course, there's a few people I don't know.
Some guy comes up to me talking about the party, and somewhere in his talking I here the word "nextdoor."
Saywhat?
He was like, "Yeah, I live right next door, so if you ever need help planning these, or cleaning them up, I'm right next door, man."
I don't know about you, but that shit's crazy, man.
I think his name is Matt, but I have no clue of his age, and he's apparently my nextdoor neighbor.
haha, Fun.
Oh life, you just let crazy shit happen to you.
I wish there was a way I could contact everybody (other than a MySpace bulletin) to thank them for coming. Like a super 3-way phonecall.
It was a really awesome night, I think.
Hopefully, there will be more to come.
But, I'm gonna go ahead start my day. I think people are waking up.
It's about eight in the morning now, and I just have to say that last night, I threw my biggest and craziest party thus far.
Other than a couple of bad things that happened, it was a pretty sweet night.
I mean... throw up happens, and I'll find my phone or get a new one eventually.
I'm pretty sure that as far as the mood of the night goes, it was one of the best so far.
I mean, as a host, I was in good spirits all night.
I never really got stressed out or pissed off and it was all good times.
But, I'm pretty sure everybody thinks I'm crazy.
Which is fine.
Because, bitch, I know how to throw a fuckin party. haha
I feel bad for those that got sick and stuff.
That's never fun.
I hope they don't have shitty hangovers today.
And, this may sound weird...
But, I'm almost excited about cleaning up.
It's gonna take hours probably, but I'm up for it.
Funny story:
I've lived in this house for like 4 years now, and I've never talked to my neighbors. Ever.
I was sure they thought I was autistic or something because I never spoke to them in four years.
My parents have, but I haven't.
Anyway, so after 4 years of living here, I'm at the party, and, of course, there's a few people I don't know.
Some guy comes up to me talking about the party, and somewhere in his talking I here the word "nextdoor."
Saywhat?
He was like, "Yeah, I live right next door, so if you ever need help planning these, or cleaning them up, I'm right next door, man."
I don't know about you, but that shit's crazy, man.
I think his name is Matt, but I have no clue of his age, and he's apparently my nextdoor neighbor.
haha, Fun.
Oh life, you just let crazy shit happen to you.
I wish there was a way I could contact everybody (other than a MySpace bulletin) to thank them for coming. Like a super 3-way phonecall.
It was a really awesome night, I think.
Hopefully, there will be more to come.
But, I'm gonna go ahead start my day. I think people are waking up.