zombimonkee

Well it seems my weekend didn't suck after all... last night around 10 I decided to take my sister's bike and ride it a mile to pick up the car. Then I drove 2.5 hours to Columbia. It was a fuckin' foggy night... couldn't see shit. Luckily, no carnie folk walked in the middle of the road 'cuz I woulda' planted them on my grill. My friend's band A Silent Anthem was playin', so I was tryin' to go to that. However, I didn't get into Columbia on time... so I called up my commie friend Tatiana to see what she was up to. After callin' ten times I finally got a hold of her. We went back to her apartment where she was throwin' a psuedo-party. I mixed me a little glass of rum-n- coke and proceeded to get drunk (yeah... that is all it fuckin' took to get my drunk... I am a fuckin' pussy.... PISS OFF!). Later that night Tatiana and me started makin' out (Drunken Lovin!). Heh~ she kicked me out when things started to heat up, so all I had to cuddle with was a stuffed doggy (Doggy, you my only friend). Never went to sleep... just kinda stared at the ceiling. She kicked me out around 8:30 so I dicked around Columbia for a while. I called my crush around 11:30 and was goin' to go see her but she changed her mind . So I drove back to Clemson and almost fell asleep at the wheel about 8 times. I was goin' to go to sleep, but I am not tired anymore. Oh wells. My little trip can be summed up in one question: Why the fuck are there seaguls in the middle of fuckin' Columbia, SC?