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1. Wow, I drank too much. But those $5 pitchers were calling our names!
2. I saw two employees at the bar we were at...one of them was on lunch break. o_O He took off running in the other direction when he spotted me. I love my power.
3. The girls are freaking hilarious when they are drunk.

We actually went and had a good ol' girls' night out. Just hung out, drank a few beers, ate some cheese fries, and bitched about our lives and work. Huzzah for estrogen!

Time for bed. Tomorrow brings all sorts of chores and homework and errands that I must finish. Blegh.

*urp*

Eek. Not to say I'm old or anything, but I sure can't hold my beer and cheese fries like I used to. Not exactly hung over, but feeling pretty damn rough. Ick.

Mmmm...cheese fries.

I was lying on the couch this morning watching 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' which, I'm ashamed to admit, I have never really seen before. Okay, Angel as a normal 35-year-old man dating a teenager is icky, but when they put him in his vampire makeup? Ding dong! Yummy. I like them slightly malformed and evil-but-fighting-it. Mmmm...deliciously conflicted.

Oh, what? Sorry about that. Guess I better go do some laundry. Or some homework. Or maybe I'll just prank call the girls and see if they are awake. *snicker*

Squee! Poetry! Quiz!

Yah, it's like that. Impaled on my own foolish romanticism? Hmmm...that would make a good line in a poem. Hee!

Which poem are you? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot God, you're indecisive. You're not that great, but you don't know if you want to accept that. You appreciate beauty and observe things others may not, but you're also hopelessly impaled on your own foolish romanticism. Go you.

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SPAM!!!

Why is everyone selling fantastic cels that I cannot afford? WHY?!

*ahem*

I should put some cels up for sale. *sigh*

Geez, I forgot about the laundry AGAIN. It's been sitting in the dryer all day. Now, I have to iron. Damn!

Also, I tried to take a bath earlier and my bath bomb dissolved into big, greasy chunks that looked disgusting and did not entirely rinse off after I hopped up and turned the shower on to cleanse myself of the crud. Ew. It's like someone rubbed me with a stick of butter. Mmmm...butter.

Okay, I'm leaving now.