Jesus christ. I was sloshed, to say the least.

The guy across the bathroom is blasting Lil Wayne at 2:25am...I wish I had my stereo with me, these shitty Dell speaker won't compete.

Pour me some Schizo.

sip. not ship.

Haha. Re-read the post. If it made ANY SENSE WHATSOEVER I would feel a little bit better about it... but it doeesn't, and I don't.

i'm finding that i appreciate lil wayne. i read an interview with him in gq, and he fascinated me.

No, no, no vodka can't be foul. Only tasty.

it doen'st make any snese to me now.

These conversations are my favorite comethings that are completely irrelevant.

Almost through my second glass. The piercing doesn't hurt anymore, but seeing as I've had to re-type numerous words in this post, I am also feeling other side-effects.

I own Carter 3 and enjoy it, but where there's no bass coming thru, I just the hi-hats and auto-tuned Weezy. I'd need my stereo and one of my mixed cds and then I could compete.

YOU'RE MY FACORIITE COMETHING COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT!

Wrong, vodka can be foul. Gin cannot be foul. Gin doesn't not taste like alcohol to me. Getting messed up with gin is almost too easy.

I'm feeling it.

holy FUCK do i wish that was on a greeting card i could buy.

You make me a fucking ignorant savage shirt, and I'll mail you a handmade comething completely irrelevant greeting card... even though we ilve in almost the same town.

Oh I see, that can be a torturous transition. Get jagger bombs.

WHo says you can't send greeting cards across town?

Jager bombs are always the answer.

DUDE LET'S DO THIS TODAY. except i'm broke?!

LETS DO IT HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK