that shit below...cont'd

I just realized my picture on this blog looks like I am snorting coke. NOT TRUE! How dare you think that! In fact, I am positioning a little plastic mermaid on top of my drink. Why do I have a miniature plastic mermaid on top of my drink in the first place? That is not for you to judge! Now stop reading and continue drinking your vodka and robo or whatever you sluts are drinking these days.

Also, thanks Laura for driving me home tonight. For realz.

three rather large glasses of cab and three beers

You know what's funny? Twins. My friend dated a twin and he said he didn't want to be friends anymore. However she was still friends with his identical twin brother. I was like, lady, why don't you just call the one twin the other twins name? He might be cool with that. You never know...fucking twins.

BTW I need a job.

wine...lots of wine...maybe like six or seven? its really up in the air

SOOOO...wine...who doesn't love it? Today I was in church. I fucking haaate going to church. I was drunk still. During the sign of peace my mom says "You smell like liquor" and I go, "I know! Shut up whore!"

Ok so I didn't call my mom a whore in church but I did know I smelled like liquor. SO...SHUT UP??? Don't judge me. My friends are making fun of me. They are calling me "interesting"...I don't care! I'll take that shit as a compliment! SHUT UP WHORES! i love you all even though you are whores. whores that love twilight. GAY. fuck an edward cullen.

Four beers, a Jack/Absolut Thingie, and a Vodka Tonic

Trent just wrote a song...it's called "So Fuck You Bitch." He wrote it because he is in some way opposed to this blog. Even though he has never read it. So, in all fairness, I say, fuck you Trent. Ha I made Trent laugh. Not really though, it was a fake laugh. Go back to non-playing that guitar TRENT.

ANYWAYS...Tonight was good. I made a new friend, went to the Highlands. All good. Good night. Yippy Ki Yay. Mother fucker. (That last bit was added by T-wang). SHUT UP...yeah I said it...and I meant it...SO...SHUT UP.

I have to go to work tomorrow. Which sucks dirty balls. I just want to sleep all day. That is my plan. Sleep all day, wake up, drank, and sleep. That is my schede for the rest of the summer. I wish. Whomp whomp dink dink. At least this weekend is tax free.

Peace out.

hmm...

I'm drinking wine...wait for it...

so yeah..

If I ever tried to get you believe that i not whomp whomping abaout you now is the time. I'm drunk! And Dar is still in my computer. I really can't type right now. Do you want to know what is it would look like if I just typed my shit:
whomp womo
drinkfding
omg img d r u n k
lallalalalala
i hate llamas

for the next two sentences i am NOT censoring myself

sigmma chit is chool i love uall yYYyyyayyy
i'll get you tgall some coool
waht am i writing i don't een now

3 beers, glass of wine, and a whomp whomp

I'm what you might called "buzzed" right now. I almost feel like I'm cheating since this is "drunktaneous in the city" not "buzztaneous in the city" whatevs...I do what I want!

ANYWAYS...Trivia tonight. How the h-e-double-hockey-sticks were we supposed to know some of that shit? What year did West Side Story debut on Broadway? Sorry I'm not old and crusty. Or gay. WHAT? The gays totally know that shit and so does my grandpa because he loves musicals. All old people do. It's a fact. Why? I don't know! Ask them! But they love it. West Side Story is like the Kanye of their generation but with less whining and Mac Book Airs. Well, less computers in general. Although we also learned 1961 (I think) was the first year the term PC was used. Not that anyone cared, because in 1961 a P.C. was a CALCULATOR.

Bedsie times. Night sluts.

Yeah, I called you sluts.

SHUT UP!