Well hello.
About an hour ago I was eating 36 perfectly cooked eggrolls in my bed. How they were cooked and whether or not the stove is still on is a mystery. Now, I am supposed to stay up until 7 when i should wake rebecca up to go to some forest park barcrawl with gwen. she told me this is the first time she's ever drank in the day. never tailgated, never dormed it, never celebrated st patricks day in chicago. pa-fucking-squse-me? theres too much pressure. she left my flask somewhere. my flask. my best friend for years, my only number one standby, its gone. depressed. the fact that i am even awake right now is a feat, much less the concept of waking her up to go out AGAIN. ugh. seriously, just call me. i will drunk talk the shit out of everyone right now.
Update, sober: My flask was here the whole time. It was Chad's flask that was lost, hopefully in the depths of Maggie's fridge.
2 comments:
you didnt even make it. you ghosted
i have your flask silly goose.
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