pound pound pound pound
I have a hangover like hell.
I didn't even drink a whole six pack, so that's weird. Damn shitty american beer.
I was in rare form last night. I told off one pissy cast member, snubbed another (and accidentally yet serendipitously whacked him in the head with a swinging door), renewed some old acquaintances with people who were very very young when I was in high school, and then upon arriving home did something very brave or very stupid.
I emailed the youngster and told him in a very high school fashion, "uh, I have a big crush on you." So at least I addressed him on his own level. [haha]
I figure it's best to do such things before I'm too good of a friend so that I won't wuss out. The alcohol helps, too.
I also have a small fan club forming. I've been called hot three times in one day, told I resemble someone's favorite backstreet boy (and told by another that I'm way cuter), and fawned over by girls and boys of various (but young) ages. It's flattering. I'm feeling quite good about myself. Which means I won't get any artistic things done.
Jesus Christ. If things keep up this way I'll have to bronze myself or something.
What the hell?
Yeah.
I didn't even drink a whole six pack, so that's weird. Damn shitty american beer.
I was in rare form last night. I told off one pissy cast member, snubbed another (and accidentally yet serendipitously whacked him in the head with a swinging door), renewed some old acquaintances with people who were very very young when I was in high school, and then upon arriving home did something very brave or very stupid.
I emailed the youngster and told him in a very high school fashion, "uh, I have a big crush on you." So at least I addressed him on his own level. [haha]
I figure it's best to do such things before I'm too good of a friend so that I won't wuss out. The alcohol helps, too.
I also have a small fan club forming. I've been called hot three times in one day, told I resemble someone's favorite backstreet boy (and told by another that I'm way cuter), and fawned over by girls and boys of various (but young) ages. It's flattering. I'm feeling quite good about myself. Which means I won't get any artistic things done.
Jesus Christ. If things keep up this way I'll have to bronze myself or something.
What the hell?
Yeah.