we are ninteen days out from NYE. i want to hear your drinking stories.
for reasons that are long and boring, my NYE celebration didn't get started until last last year; i didn't start drinking until around 10:30. however, i had four red bull cans full of straight vodka on an empty stomach on the van ride to downtown st. petersburg, so by the time we were there, i was pretty well lit.
i remember the fireworks, and standing out on the beach and spinning around in circles. and then i remember nothing.
i was told the next day that i had been jumping on the hoods of peoples cars at red lights, shouting 'HAPPY NEW YEAR!'. i pulled my peebob out in an elevator full of total strangers. and then it got ugly.
i got in a fist fight with some thirtysomething in front of our favorite bar, right in front of this guys wife. so the police came by to break it up. they were prepared to let me off with a slap on the wrist, but then (again, i don't remember this happening) this friend of ours (he wasn't really a 'friend'; we went to high school with him and we hadn't seen him in nearly five years. he just started wandering around with us at some point in the night) picked up the police officer and threw him to the ground. there was a lot of commotion and bad noise. we ran. he got arrested, and now he is currently serving two years in the stoney lonesome for assaulting a police officer.
crazy, huh? still, a fun night.
my 18 year old brother spent the weekend in vancouver, auditioning for the blue man group. i hate him so much. he called me last night and left me a lenghty voice mail from a pot bar on hastings street that is owned by a bunch of hell's angels. i hate him so much.
i need a job. somebody give me a jobby job. it isn't so much that i need a money (living off of a fat 18 month nest egg + being born w/ silver spoon in mouth + being 23 years old = trouble). but going to bed at 6 in the morning and waking up at the crack of 2 can't be healthy.
i crave structure and responsibility. i can type very fast! and i have been told that i have a pleasant phone voice.
also, even though we are arch rivals, you guys should join SG Hopefuls (if you aren't already a member, but come on, who isn't) and check out the 'polar bear' set by Niamh. it's pretty special.
illustrations stolen from chris onstad
for reasons that are long and boring, my NYE celebration didn't get started until last last year; i didn't start drinking until around 10:30. however, i had four red bull cans full of straight vodka on an empty stomach on the van ride to downtown st. petersburg, so by the time we were there, i was pretty well lit.
i remember the fireworks, and standing out on the beach and spinning around in circles. and then i remember nothing.
i was told the next day that i had been jumping on the hoods of peoples cars at red lights, shouting 'HAPPY NEW YEAR!'. i pulled my peebob out in an elevator full of total strangers. and then it got ugly.
i got in a fist fight with some thirtysomething in front of our favorite bar, right in front of this guys wife. so the police came by to break it up. they were prepared to let me off with a slap on the wrist, but then (again, i don't remember this happening) this friend of ours (he wasn't really a 'friend'; we went to high school with him and we hadn't seen him in nearly five years. he just started wandering around with us at some point in the night) picked up the police officer and threw him to the ground. there was a lot of commotion and bad noise. we ran. he got arrested, and now he is currently serving two years in the stoney lonesome for assaulting a police officer.
crazy, huh? still, a fun night.
my 18 year old brother spent the weekend in vancouver, auditioning for the blue man group. i hate him so much. he called me last night and left me a lenghty voice mail from a pot bar on hastings street that is owned by a bunch of hell's angels. i hate him so much.
i need a job. somebody give me a jobby job. it isn't so much that i need a money (living off of a fat 18 month nest egg + being born w/ silver spoon in mouth + being 23 years old = trouble). but going to bed at 6 in the morning and waking up at the crack of 2 can't be healthy.
i crave structure and responsibility. i can type very fast! and i have been told that i have a pleasant phone voice.
also, even though we are arch rivals, you guys should join SG Hopefuls (if you aren't already a member, but come on, who isn't) and check out the 'polar bear' set by Niamh. it's pretty special.
illustrations stolen from chris onstad
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I'm such a fucking emo kid lately. I think it's like the incredible high I had of visiting friends, traveling and such for like two and a half weeks, when I was finally by myself last night, I was like wait..... what do I do now.
Yea it sucks.
united arab emirates, eh?