so i went to dave’s “retirement” party last night and got friendly with some rum (+ a splash of coke) and some champagne. w00t! oh and pbr was aplenty. all in all it was a fabulous time, or something somewhat resembling it. yayers. norah ended up crashing at my place because the 57 bus appeared all of a sudden and it was so effin’ late that subway is not a freaking option. christ i hate public transportation in boston. hate. hate. hate. hate.

in other news, i went to see the matrix with jetta, rosco & osh kosh b’joshers. w00t squared!
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midget is fucktacular…obiviously.

jetta…w00t!

i’m disgustingly thrilled with my friends. the rest of the world can suck my figurative left nut, the rockstar can be the most insane creature on the planet (and he is!)…but i have the mostest awesomest friends ever…and have decided to gloat and be all happiful about it.

because i can!

yay!

i’m up at an ungodly hour…for reasons OTHER than the fact that i can’t sleep for shit. thank christ for alcohol otherwise i wouldn’t have gotten anything remotely resembling sleep at all. blegh. but it doesn’t matter because i’m going to make $$$ today! w00t! i just gotta finish gettin’ ready and get my ass downtown.
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*ahem*

a million and a half props to the midget for turning me on to this…she has wonderful taste in music.

also note: vodka is my friend…

wow…3 a.m.

long time no see…oh wait, oh yeah…oh right…how could i forget…i was in the same fucking place YESTERDAY! *growl*

thes late night non-sleeping spells are really doing nothing to help my sunny disposition, ya heard. nothing. at. all. i have come to the conclusion that sleep is nothing more than a vicious, vicious rumor that some sadist started to torture me. i wouldn’t mind if i weren’t so fucking bored.

• my gym is closed.
  
• my roommate is a douchebag.
  
• my will to clean my room has dissipated.
  
• my eyes are revolting against me.
  
• my midget is eating.
  
• my desire for a post-midnight snack is nonexistent.
  
• CL is a sleep.
  
• the rockstar is most likely asleep.
  
• jetta is asleep.
  
• i’ve already cleaned everything else.
  
• i can’t find the stand.
  
• i finished reading sex, drugs & cocoa puffs…
  
• i can’t find my remote.
  
• i don’t have the attention span to draw anything.

*sighs*

“i don’t know the answer…but your mother’s a whore!”

[SCENE: pineapple opening door to apartment & walking in]

[lights pineapple did not leave on are on…something in the kitchen smells un-appetizing…roommate’s door is open…light is on…]

[roommate of extreme douchebagginess’s door SLAMS shut]

pineapple: fuck. that.
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at a god damned staffing agency. bah!

and i had a whole entry typed up and everything yesterday but motherfuckin’ Adobe Acrobat crashed the hell out of my computer and the entry dissolved into ether as i was forced to restart my god damned computer. bah squared!

although i *did* get free chocolate yesterday — more on that later — and had FUN TIMES with jetta and rosco. w00t! so you know…something good came out of it.

and now i gotta figure out how to get my ass downtown in time. yip.

so i went to dave’s “retirement” party last night and got friendly with some rum (+ a splash of coke) and some champagne. w00t! oh and pbr was aplenty. all in all it was a fabulous time, or something somewhat resembling it. yayers. norah ended up crashing at my place because the 57 bus appeared […]

midget is fucktacular…obiviously. jetta…w00t! i’m disgustingly thrilled with my friends. the rest of the world can suck my figurative left nut, the rockstar can be the most insane creature on the planet (and he is!)…but i have the mostest awesomest friends ever…and have decided to gloat and be all happiful about it. because i can!

yay! i’m up at an ungodly hour…for reasons OTHER than the fact that i can’t sleep for shit. thank christ for alcohol otherwise i wouldn’t have gotten anything remotely resembling sleep at all. blegh. but it doesn’t matter because i’m going to make $$$ today! w00t! i just gotta finish gettin’ ready and get my […]

*ahem* a million and a half props to the midget for turning me on to this…she has wonderful taste in music. I’ve gotta drinkin’ problem man one mouth and two handsAnd an empty can I ain’t got no lucci lucci I’m feelin’ that funny feelin’ again within walkin’ me to the kitchenFor that early morning […]

wow…3 a.m. long time no see…oh wait, oh yeah…oh right…how could i forget…i was in the same fucking place YESTERDAY! *growl* thes late night non-sleeping spells are really doing nothing to help my sunny disposition, ya heard. nothing. at. all. i have come to the conclusion that sleep is nothing more than a vicious, vicious […]

[SCENE: pineapple opening door to apartment & walking in] [lights pineapple did not leave on are on…something in the kitchen smells un-appetizing…roommate’s door is open…light is on…] [roommate of extreme douchebagginess’s door SLAMS shut] pineapple: fuck. that.

at a god damned staffing agency. bah! and i had a whole entry typed up and everything yesterday but motherfuckin’ Adobe Acrobat crashed the hell out of my computer and the entry dissolved into ether as i was forced to restart my god damned computer. bah squared! although i *did* get free chocolate yesterday — […]