Never Wear A Belt To A Strip Club On Your Birthday.

Feb 07, 2006 12:45

So I feel better, in general. It was a long, interesting weekend to say the very least. My 21st birthday hit me like an H-Bomb with a dash of napalm. It's all good in the hood, though. Friday night, good Lord. Oliver took me out to Coyote Ugly and Sixth Avenue, accompanied by Speth, Fortner, Grant and Jeff Reed. Jeff acted as the D.D. and avoided ( Read more... )

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gohugthe_night February 8 2006, 02:28:54 UTC
Are you ill? Because you totally ended this update with a line from a rap song. I think all that alcohol got to you. :)

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aquariusrogue February 8 2006, 21:20:26 UTC
Fair enough.

Man, being 21.. I'm in big trouble.

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aquariusrogue February 8 2006, 21:19:26 UTC
Where -would- the world be without Michael Oellig? A traumatic thought indeed, Constantine. Never fear though, I never go over the edge. I just teeter on said edge, quite dramatically.

Hope to catch you Friday night. That should be some famously amusing teetering.

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givemyregards February 8 2006, 17:10:21 UTC
Did I so not call that on both counts? Oh yeah. I told you ending it with drop it like it's hot was just going to leave a sour taste in people's mouths. Sour taste=few comments for Michael.

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aquariusrogue February 8 2006, 21:19:49 UTC
Hey, Lisa.

Drop it like it's luke-warm.

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invu_inside February 24 2006, 16:07:19 UTC
Mike-o? hells yeah. damn i didn't know this was you. sweet...

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aquariusrogue February 25 2006, 01:29:23 UTC
Yeah, dude. Pretty sweet, huh? But of course, I now fully expect you to keep up on my journal.

Especially since you lookier hotter in my hat than I do, you bastard.

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