1) ADDING pizza bites to any Fat Sandwich = SADNESS. Delicious SADNESS.
2) I am like WAYYYYYY more of a manwhore than usualy when I'm drunk. Not that this is news, but I totally launched into the stratosphere tonite via text message.
a: propositioning a person I stopped "talking" to a while ago and getting laughed down / reproached.
b: propositioning every female in The Libe; thank god at least some of them can't get text messages.
c: pourin' it all out to a girl with whom I'm conducting PURE BUSINESS [near as I can tell]. Not "propositioning" per se, but not flattering to my drunk ass anyhow.
Tomorrow: study w/ Bri @ 1 (assuming no "myserious" cancellations... I'm a DUMB), work, hammer out some arrangements w/ Aaron. And NO eating Fat Sandwich. Two drunkmeals in three nights ain't my cup o' tea.
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