Slept for 30 minutes total all night, drove back from NYC this morning. Girlfriend is pissed off because she thinks Im lying when I told her Im not mad at her for something she thinks she did, but actually didnt do at all. So Im the bad guy? Whatever. My Most-Interesting-Man-In-The-World costume was a bit hit, sadly I think I ruined my suit in the process. Dammit.
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Lost my Coach clutch which contained my license and about 2 dollars. Way more upset about the missing bag than the license.
What will happen when I suddenly feel the need to give a BJ in the bathroom? Then you won't be complaining about the clutch.
Honey, trust me: one look at me and that urge will evaporate faster than you can say "deep throat." But I'll make you a deal: if it doesn't, I'll take back everything bad I ever said about clutches.
I'm glad I wasn't the only one who sat here and thought, "Well, that's not an issue I'm likely to encounter any time soon, so..."
I refuse to carry a clutch for that exact reason. Drink in one hand, gesturing with the other (I talk with my hands I guess), I can't be bothered with having something else to carry The Wall last night was amazing, more then I expected it to be. If you have a chance and some cash you don't know what to do with, you need to go
After about 20 hrs. of decorating, my house is ready to scare the piss out of the little shits. I used a LOT of fake blood on the severed limbs and heads, so maybe I'll get to keep some goodies this year. I'll post pics if I remember to take them, I'm four beers deep now and pissed off at this shit-ass weather. It fucking HAILED while I was putting my 12 foot grim reaper up, which is a pain in the balls when the weather is actually nice. No matter. I love Halloween. JAM ON THIS, MOTHERFUCKER:
Yay. Four hours of dress rehearsal spent sitting around doing fuck all until the directors realized that we, the hosts of this show, had been sitting around doing fuck all and having our time wasted because everyone else was behind schedule and we did a five minute mike check and then left. I had a reaction formation when we were called up. That's bad.
Yes. Didn't die. I don't remember a lot of last night but being a fuzzy, childrens (Max; from Where the Wild Things Are) story book character is awesome at Halloween parties. This hangover is immense.
Drank heavy from about 4PM to 5AM and slept in until 11, can't remember the last time I slept in past 9. I'm not hungover but I have a severe case of the shakes. I want to drink a glass of wine to calm my nerves, but just looking at it makes me want to vomit. Probably didn't help that I had 3 different types of beer, some scotch, some bourbon, some vodka and some wine over the course of the night. Also, my ass is completely raw from beer and Indian food shits, Happy Halloween everyone.