Why do I do these things?

Mar 04, 2006 22:53

So my roommates and I smuggled a cat into my appartment yesterday. Well, it wasn't so much "smuggling" because no one was around to see us and we really just carried the cat in. Its just a "no no" to have pets. Yeah, fuck you DCM. Its also a "no no" to have you roaming around in the hallway.
Anyways...we have become so attached to Lana these past few days. The name Lana is retarded, so that has to go. Something better, like Cambria or something. I'll get shot by my mother if I bring another cat home though... :(
So we had a party yesterday. It wasn't as insane as people were making it out to be. Long story short, everyone (including myself) was hammered. So of course I made out with some guy....and later found out he has a girlfriend. Bad, Megan. Why do you do these things? Well, he kissed me. Does that justify it even a little bit? No, not really. I'm still going to hell...

Bitter thought for the day: There isn't one! Maybe having Lana around has lowered my blood-rageahol level. Or maybe I've just been busy sleeping off my hangover to be having bitter thoughts about anyone or anything.
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