Twenty-five dollars for a pedicure,
and I drunkenly walk home without shoes.
Thank you, Jeezikah, for the chili cheese dog
(and thank for you for not eating it while I’m nearly getting arrested, like last time)
Aaaaand, sorry for all the drunken phone calls last night
(aka Shades,
Matty Wilskins,
David when you were sitting right across from me,
Howie - “I’ll fuck you up canada!”
and anyone else caught in the fray)
(does that even make sense? caught in the fray? I’m too hungover to look that up)
P.S…I’m not sorry.
May 1st, 2005 at 11:35 am
best drunk message ever: mffa…mumble…my boobs are hanging out!..fuckintrukin…hahahahaaha…maaaaaatty!..my boobs!….
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May 1st, 2005 at 5:02 pm
Once again, my life is one big boob joke, and I’ve finally cashed in on the humor. Hope i didn’t wake you.
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