what? social life? what? crass? what? 23 Nov 2002 at 9:49am
at murphy's pub across from work, we
saw both my managers (they laughed about it this morning, so yay)
giggled about aaron getting hit on by some girl and the bartender
wondered why the bartender didn't check my id (hurrah!)
at home, we
had mad crazy sex
fought a lot afterwards
threw things around
kissed and made up
at the hurricane, we
met claire, my new best friend
met up with marshall
drank more
um...i think something else happened, but maybe not
at 5-point, we
met up with matt
drank more
got harrassed by shroomers in unnecessary wheelchairs (ooo, band name)
discussed deepest darkest secrets, or lack thereof
figured out how many people we had slept with and if we could remember their names
at marshall's, we
drank really gross sangria and really weird raspberry beer
i dunno what else because i fell asleep
at taco bell, we
got some much needed cheap-ass grub
at home, we
ate
started to fall asleep
had really amazing sex instead
this morning, i
woke up late
was ready to leave when the toilet exploded
had to clean it up with all my just-cleaned towels because no one else was home and i didn't want them to be mad that i used theirs
am not hungover but i'm tired as all fuck and i have an appointment at 2:30 to see a studio and i have to take care of the dog today and all i want to do is SLEEP.
About me
Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.