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heh. so brooke can't handle her booze. at all. and when you drink yourself sick after not being drunk for years and years, well, that's a vomitifous fountain that just won't stop. her roomates and my pals all retired to beds and dreams while i carried her between the couch and the bathroom. i didn't get home till 5:30 this morning.
and while joey and i were convincing her she'd feel better if she chucked, i got to thinking about puking so much that i made myself throw up too. not forcibly or anything, i just decided i was gonna throw up and there was nothing to stop it. and i hadn't had a drop to drink. what the fucking fuck.
anyways. after listening to her hacking up salad and zinfandel for a few hours, i'm pretty sure i love her.
joey and i wrote songs all night too. that was fucking sweet. i think we've decided on the glasshearts as a band name. and now that we're getting our shit together, it's not stupid for us to do stuff like that.
later whores.
and while joey and i were convincing her she'd feel better if she chucked, i got to thinking about puking so much that i made myself throw up too. not forcibly or anything, i just decided i was gonna throw up and there was nothing to stop it. and i hadn't had a drop to drink. what the fucking fuck.
anyways. after listening to her hacking up salad and zinfandel for a few hours, i'm pretty sure i love her.
joey and i wrote songs all night too. that was fucking sweet. i think we've decided on the glasshearts as a band name. and now that we're getting our shit together, it's not stupid for us to do stuff like that.
later whores.