violently

Damn, me n Garbage went out last night and drank a shitload of beer and margaritas and ate like a million vicodin. We went to some bar called the Chumbucket or something like that and someone yacked on the floor. It was awesome.

Everyone, you need to hang out with Adam. He kicks ass.

For some reason I am completely awake at 7:30 a.m. Strange. Nick left me a message on my phone last night at like 2:30 pretending to be Mallory, our puppy. I guess the dogs woke him up and he couldn't get back to sleep so he called me and left a fruity message. Awww. Haha.

My ankle feels even better today, but maybe it is because I ate so many vicodins I could have slept through a nuclear war last night.

Alright it is freezing cold so I am going back to bed to cuddle with the cat.

Fleece xo