Saturday, November 01, 2008

I Heard What You Said

I'm not a party killer. You're a jerk.
Happy Fucking Birthday, jackass.

Went to EatinPark to get out of the house for a bit. Saw Lil and Brandy, and their two friends. I feel like a jerk, I can't remember their names now. I swear I don't even remember my own name sometimes.

Well, after we got home, I certainly didn't feel like talking to you. But I did. And you made me feel worse.

If that isn't bad enough, Tiffani is making out with all of the females in the house, except Paige, who got drunk and passed out anyway an hour after she got home.

Someone peed on the toilet seat. I'm not mentioning any names. But it was gross.

Someone also smoked half of the cigarettes I had left. Also not mentioning any names. But just because you don't feel like rolling your own and just because they're out on the counter, that does not mean that they're free.

Happy Samhain. Happy Halloween.

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