Hundred and one pages...holy shit. NYE was exactly what I expected it would be. Get drunk, nothing special...Just like any other night. So now that I am home and half buzzed, who else is gonna be drinking and posting through the rest of the night?
passed out on the ride home from the new yrs party. long ass day today. fuck. Happy new years...you guys are awesome. its a new decade yo!!
happy new year. i tried to have a moment alone, but family sent contingents down to the beach to make sure i hadn't fallen off a cliff. but then i reminded my super old uncle of the 1am donut run tradition, so although i got no moments to myself, i still have a delicious donut breakfast to look forward to tomorrow.
What the fuck thats so stupid. Why would you mix words and numbers that makes no sense at all. When will people stop abusing numbers with letters, it's so unnatural.
Happy New Years TiB! You guys are fucking hilarious! I love you all. I am drunk, so this counts. Blaaah.
If you publicly mock someone about their upcoming jail sentence, they may try to stab you. A life lesson for the new year.
Something about being drunk. I am pretty drunk right now. Check that. Very drunk. Now that my roommates are passed out, I am going to walk around the house naked. Anyone want some pictures? I thought not. Edit: That was very liberating, walking around drunk... Of course I will never git away with it again...
After receiving the news last night of the woman I called "Mom" passing away I wandered off into the woods with a case of beer and cried like a baby. Everyone deals with grief differently and my way of dealing with shit like this is to go off by myself so no one sees me freak the fuck out. I have a very calm outward demeanor and no one even suspects how I actually react to news like this because I never let them see it. I think I may have killed an innocent tree by repeatedly stabbing it with my hunting knife. (By the way, Glock knives can put up with a lot of abuse.) I woke up freezing to death at around 6AM, stumbled home, and started pouring beer down my throat. It's not doing any good. Mom is still dead.
I am way too hammered to read what you heathens have been up to. I worked tonight, drove home to "date ready" (girls, you know) and got to my local club. Frenchie's flight from Montreal to Calgary was supposed to get him to me just in time for midnight. Fuck me. Nope. Smooth and soft and ready. He didn't make it.
This, boys and girls, is what we call a bender [insert 9 year old gymnast joke here]. Sleep. Then football.
Wow, I was really fucked up last night. Apparently I didn't appreciate the fact that the fuck face next door has called the cops on my mom 2 times in the past week complaining about her dog barking (her dog doesn't bark) Lets just say that his newly planted garden isn't going to like the half gallon of grass poison.