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its 320 and i have nothing better to do than post a rediculous amount of blogs.
oh wait, i could be detailing my dad's car, packing for bordermarch, registering for classes at san jac, telling the people at UNT to get their f*cking act together, reading my new subscription to national geographic (yeah, you heard that right biatches, i'm a bona-fide member of ngm), eating, lying on the ground face down, calling my confirmation kids, reading my philosophy for dummies book (its really a fantastic book), calling people, not calling people, walking around aimlessly, playing piano, scratching my head, drinking, taking a shot from my new dave and busters shot glass (woot, indeed).
man, a shot sounds like fun right now...but i think drinking alone sucks.
*rummaging through the wet bar*
some gold tequila, cypriat port, some booker's bourban, tres generationes, nearly full bottle of sauza...
mmm. anyone? anyone? bueller? anyone?
its not very often when i get the urge to drink, but when i do...lord have mercy.
oh wait, i could be detailing my dad's car, packing for bordermarch, registering for classes at san jac, telling the people at UNT to get their f*cking act together, reading my new subscription to national geographic (yeah, you heard that right biatches, i'm a bona-fide member of ngm), eating, lying on the ground face down, calling my confirmation kids, reading my philosophy for dummies book (its really a fantastic book), calling people, not calling people, walking around aimlessly, playing piano, scratching my head, drinking, taking a shot from my new dave and busters shot glass (woot, indeed).
man, a shot sounds like fun right now...but i think drinking alone sucks.
*rummaging through the wet bar*
some gold tequila, cypriat port, some booker's bourban, tres generationes, nearly full bottle of sauza...
mmm. anyone? anyone? bueller? anyone?
its not very often when i get the urge to drink, but when i do...lord have mercy.