I say incredibly stupid things.
Boy.
I got all fucked up on Monday.
Started saying stuff.
I was definitely lying to myself when I agreed to this.
Now to just be able to say it out loud.
I wrote it all down, but I'll never deliver.
Although I still had an awesome night.
I ended up hanging out with these two dudes until 6 in the morning.
We were in my backyard and all of a sudden the sun is up.
Tuesday was shot night.
COOOOOONQUEST.
I woke up with a damn mustache.
Dan drew a mustache on my face with an eyeliner after I passed out at like 8.
I was soooooo pissed.
But then, not pissed.
Up until he peed on my hand.
Which I deserved.
Sort of, it's complicated.
Shot night was alright, I was super duper hammered.
I don't even remember half the conversations I had.
The sign of a good night.
Wednesday, I got Crystal to come get drunk in the Commons at noon.
We did some suntanning and some people watching.
After work I went to Dan's to pick up my beer.
Saw Crystal in the street, had some Murder house beers.
Yup.
It's Crystal's birthday today!