WOE.
Oh my god, you guys. YOU GUYS. I'm so hungover. Jesus. I got really drunk last night. I had about 6 cocktails and a glass of bubbly, and we ended up (LIKE ALWAYS) going to a strip club and didn't get home til, like, 3:30 in the morning and I am HUNG. OVER.
I just watched the new Supernatural with Trav, and I think it cured my headache. It has curative powers, guys! (Also, all the painkillers and coffee I've inhaled this morning shit, how is it already 2:30?). And now I'm watching the new FNL and seriously? I'm crying. No spoilers! I'm just in that very vulnerable mindset where I'm CRYING because my favourite shows are back and awesome and I'm hungover. I have a poster of My Chem (ok, this is so humilliating, I bought a teeny poster mag because they were in it, I ALWAYS do this. When I was way into Marshall, I'd furtively front up to newsagents with, like, TV Hits and Dolly, just to get pics of him, and it is happening again), and Gee looks so STERN. While I was rolling around in bed clutching my head and tummy I thought he was JUDGING ME. "OH, BECK" he seemed to be saying, "That was very silly of you, wasn't it?" Shut up, Gerard.
Why do I go to strip clubs? I always just spend too much money and then want to go on a diet so I can look like I did 2 years ago. SIGH.
Ok, back to FNL! CRYING, guys!
--Cheers, Beck
(I totally missed everything from the past like, two days, so catch me up with anything cool that has happened.)
(Coach Taylor hurts my ovaries. IT IS TRUE. SORRY.)
I just watched the new Supernatural with Trav, and I think it cured my headache. It has curative powers, guys! (Also, all the painkillers and coffee I've inhaled this morning shit, how is it already 2:30?). And now I'm watching the new FNL and seriously? I'm crying. No spoilers! I'm just in that very vulnerable mindset where I'm CRYING because my favourite shows are back and awesome and I'm hungover. I have a poster of My Chem (ok, this is so humilliating, I bought a teeny poster mag because they were in it, I ALWAYS do this. When I was way into Marshall, I'd furtively front up to newsagents with, like, TV Hits and Dolly, just to get pics of him, and it is happening again), and Gee looks so STERN. While I was rolling around in bed clutching my head and tummy I thought he was JUDGING ME. "OH, BECK" he seemed to be saying, "That was very silly of you, wasn't it?" Shut up, Gerard.
Why do I go to strip clubs? I always just spend too much money and then want to go on a diet so I can look like I did 2 years ago. SIGH.
Ok, back to FNL! CRYING, guys!
--Cheers, Beck
(I totally missed everything from the past like, two days, so catch me up with anything cool that has happened.)
(Coach Taylor hurts my ovaries. IT IS TRUE. SORRY.)