in other news
I decided to walk home from Snakes on a Plane last night at 2am.
There are so many things wrong with what I did.
a) I left the movie early and I have been DYING to see it.
b) I walked through the Fens at 2am...ALONE and drunk
c) I left without telling anyone (I think?)
d) I told Dean I was taking a cab, and for some fucked up reason decided to walk.
So, on my journey for some strange reason I decided to walk through not on, but two sprinkler systems. And it just so happened that Dean and Mike pulled up as I was going through my second one. I'm glad that every knows that I am fucking out of my mind. I'm going to take Sarah's advice and play it off as me being "adventerous" or "fun loving" rather than being a crazy drunk because, I feel at the heart of it, that's what it was.
I'm mainly pissed because I didn't even see the part where Samuel L Jackson yells "we have motherfucking snakes on this plane". Damn me and my drinking.
And, I want to leave you with this, Sarah's advice on how to go to Target and not blow all of my money on clothes while I am there:
"You should take a picture of you and Scooter in a cardboard box on the street and carry it in your wallet. Every time you're tempted to shop, just look at that picture and say "These jeans will bring me one step closer to Scooter and I homeless living in a box on the side of 95." "
That girl fucking kills me. It's great.
Oh! And, I'm home alone all weekend. EEK. Come over and hang out! PLEASE
There are so many things wrong with what I did.
a) I left the movie early and I have been DYING to see it.
b) I walked through the Fens at 2am...ALONE and drunk
c) I left without telling anyone (I think?)
d) I told Dean I was taking a cab, and for some fucked up reason decided to walk.
So, on my journey for some strange reason I decided to walk through not on, but two sprinkler systems. And it just so happened that Dean and Mike pulled up as I was going through my second one. I'm glad that every knows that I am fucking out of my mind. I'm going to take Sarah's advice and play it off as me being "adventerous" or "fun loving" rather than being a crazy drunk because, I feel at the heart of it, that's what it was.
I'm mainly pissed because I didn't even see the part where Samuel L Jackson yells "we have motherfucking snakes on this plane". Damn me and my drinking.
And, I want to leave you with this, Sarah's advice on how to go to Target and not blow all of my money on clothes while I am there:
"You should take a picture of you and Scooter in a cardboard box on the street and carry it in your wallet. Every time you're tempted to shop, just look at that picture and say "These jeans will bring me one step closer to Scooter and I homeless living in a box on the side of 95." "
That girl fucking kills me. It's great.
Oh! And, I'm home alone all weekend. EEK. Come over and hang out! PLEASE