So my nose is broken and may need surgery-My first broken bone!
I found a place to live near school but still haven't heard fuck all from school about my courses.
I lipped off a two-hundred and fifty pound dude at boxing. I'm back, sweetheart. Bi-polar or not, I am not going anywhere without two dozen scornfully sarcastic words and middle finger.
I had a really awesome weekend and I was totally cool with being single and not having a soul close to me except my buddies.
Invented a new drinking game. Needs at least three people. Text a person a voice and style and text to say it with. The other person has to guess who it is, then switch who you text. All three participate and text at the same time. If you can't guess, you drink.
Example: *Chinese Jabba the Hutt* Ah harro Princress Reah, I rike your boob-butt! Rub preez!
Lastly, I haven't been hammered for...Nearly a month now? And it's by choice! Go healthy living me.
We got it, got it going on! It's going, yeah, it's going, the next minute, it's gone.
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Cheers to livin' the single life. I'm finally gettin to the point where I can enjoy it too.
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