two dolla holla!

honestly.... its 4 am... i might be wasted... but tonight i've never wanted you with me so much ever... i can't even explain it.

sitting ... watching... listening... .. observing idiocy and debauchery and stupidity and wet white tshirt contests alongside $2 drinks...

really? for real? this still happens?

i couldn't believe it... astounded.. disgusted... closed comments in VIP to myself and flynn... shaking my head.... hoping that what i was seeing wasn't really going on... but cheering.... encouraging... deciding between wet white pants and wet fake tits.

i love my sister... i love celebrating birthdays... but maybe i'm getting too old for this partying shit.

note to self

under the suggestion of mr michael wright at the breakfast table this morning...
when i wake up later today i am to post a "blog" about the following items:
a) the logistics of man peeing
b) the occurance of handwashing in relation to the logistics of man peeing
c) wiping vs dabbing vs peepee pants
d) my post night shift gag reflex sensitivity

as for right now... i've got my face washed.. teeth brushed... jammies on... hot water bottle burning my feet... and heartburn that could kill a walrus...

go pantoloc!
which...random tidbit of information can apparently give you a false positive if you're getting you're urine tested for THC...
i'll have to remember that.... hahahah.

k seriously though.... i need to sleep.