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will, i would love to taste your homemade booze. there.
ok, on a non-will non-booze related point, i got my pinky squished in the hinge side of the heavy bathroom door at the royal scam last night. i opened the door and was standing there talking to joseph, and that damn door swung closed so quick i didn't even have time to react. so now i've got this huge gash in the middle of my pinky, and from there to the tip i have no feeling. it's numb. last night when i poured peroxide on it, i had this electrifying excruciating pain from the cut to the base of the pinky and even throughout my hand. i almost passed out. dan had to hold me up. all i really wanted to do was fall to the floor and hold my hand and scream. god. that sucked.
anyway, dan mentioned taking me to the hospital, but i said no because it's really not worth it. hours upon hours of waiting plus a medical bill all for my damn pinky? no thanks. anyway, i'm just going to keep it clean and keep an eye on it. if it gets worse i'll go to the doctor. it's weird typing and not feeling the keys my pinky is hitting. i just kind of have to trust that i'm hitting the right thing.
anyway, hung out with sabrina, kevin, donna, and joanna last night. we had a blast. kevin is the funniest motherfucker i know. the fact that he's married to sabrina is so funny to me. every time he gets too loud and wild she's like "BE QUIET AND CALM DOWN!". it's so cute. i'm kinda like that with dan when he talks too loud. he practically hollers when he's on the phone. i'm like "STOP SCREAMING!". i pick on him and do that impression of will ferrell from saturday night live. "I'VE GOT VOICE DEMODULATION SYNDROME. I CAN'T CONTROL THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE." last night when i was talking about it, joanna knew what i was talking about. finally! it was funny.
after the royal scam they all wanted to go to veets. we walked in, but all the cigarette smoke was making me feel kinda icky. plus my finger was freaking me out. fuck veets. that's where my dad used to hang out. yuck.
time for breakfast, my favorite meal of the day!!! i love breakfast food. i wish every meal could be breakfast. well, actually i don't because then it wouldn't be as special.
i'm really sucking at guitar hero lately. i need to practice more.
ok, on a non-will non-booze related point, i got my pinky squished in the hinge side of the heavy bathroom door at the royal scam last night. i opened the door and was standing there talking to joseph, and that damn door swung closed so quick i didn't even have time to react. so now i've got this huge gash in the middle of my pinky, and from there to the tip i have no feeling. it's numb. last night when i poured peroxide on it, i had this electrifying excruciating pain from the cut to the base of the pinky and even throughout my hand. i almost passed out. dan had to hold me up. all i really wanted to do was fall to the floor and hold my hand and scream. god. that sucked.
anyway, dan mentioned taking me to the hospital, but i said no because it's really not worth it. hours upon hours of waiting plus a medical bill all for my damn pinky? no thanks. anyway, i'm just going to keep it clean and keep an eye on it. if it gets worse i'll go to the doctor. it's weird typing and not feeling the keys my pinky is hitting. i just kind of have to trust that i'm hitting the right thing.
anyway, hung out with sabrina, kevin, donna, and joanna last night. we had a blast. kevin is the funniest motherfucker i know. the fact that he's married to sabrina is so funny to me. every time he gets too loud and wild she's like "BE QUIET AND CALM DOWN!". it's so cute. i'm kinda like that with dan when he talks too loud. he practically hollers when he's on the phone. i'm like "STOP SCREAMING!". i pick on him and do that impression of will ferrell from saturday night live. "I'VE GOT VOICE DEMODULATION SYNDROME. I CAN'T CONTROL THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE." last night when i was talking about it, joanna knew what i was talking about. finally! it was funny.
after the royal scam they all wanted to go to veets. we walked in, but all the cigarette smoke was making me feel kinda icky. plus my finger was freaking me out. fuck veets. that's where my dad used to hang out. yuck.
time for breakfast, my favorite meal of the day!!! i love breakfast food. i wish every meal could be breakfast. well, actually i don't because then it wouldn't be as special.
i'm really sucking at guitar hero lately. i need to practice more.