The last 2 days have been an amazing amount of what is way more than I am capable of processing. Going to a party at Nick Creamer's house was a little more than surreal for me. Everyone I never talked to during high school was there. Plus Rachel's co workers. This morning I woke up to find my neck covered in hickies from a boy that I haven't spoken to in 3 or more years and a vague memory of receiving them.
Oh St. Patty's time is the best time of year!
The Guinness, the whiskey, the cream. mmmmmm!
Ive been pretty drunk for a while now, last night we took a cab to the party and both ways we had large angry men listening to bad bad music.
Taking a Guinness and a cigarette in bed for breakfast is truly the only way to start ones day right.
Please pardon my lack of being able to put sentences next to each other and have them make sense.
oh.
oh man. so much family drama right now. when i got home my mom was crying and I guess her and mat got in a big fight, about his living situation and that whore thats he's letting sleep in his house. GUH!
Tomorrow is Marcella's birthday and Thursday is Purim! WOAH!
apparently a boy is going to pick me up from my house in about an hour and we're gonna eat Ethiopian food....hmmm.
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i agree . . .
nothing says rock star like a Guinness and a cig for breakfast.
and thanks for accompanying me to that party
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