Saturday, October 19, 2002
WOW!!!
Saturday morning, I'm staring death in the face. The extent of the damage is still unknown. Between the Smirrnof, Midori, and Boiler Makers, I'm really not sure how I've survived the night. I laid in the front seat of my jeep hanging out the passenger door this morning dry heaving waiting patiently for Court to return with my coke and saltines, while one of my former elementery teachers tried to squeeze by me to get into her car. Somehow I'm perfectly aware of all that happened last evening, I wasn't even sick when I went to sleep, but this morning I wanted to DIE! So while my parents think I'm at defensive driving, I am in fact laying on Court's couch waiting for the pain to ease enough so that I can drag my ass to mas amigos for some chips and salsa, the almighty "girl's night out" cure all.
On a lighter note...
F'n A!!! I haven't had so much fun crammed into such a short amount of time in a while. Last night was INSANE@#$!@#%
I shit you not my friends, I Lacy Cooper am guilty of OWNING the shit outta Crosby last night. I know, doesn't sound like much, but oh man, I'm running out of fingers to wrap all these guys around. ;) I have this feeling College Station just might end up getting the best of me, and Liberty County is running a close second. But alas more important pursuits await me today, Court and I are currently trying to decide which one of these guys we relate to the most on Office Space ( the end all hangover movie, well next to Tommy Boy ).
Samir, " Yes, I am also not a pussy "...
Michael Bolton, " It was a cool name until that no talent ass clown came along..."
Peter, " Well I wouldn't really say I've been missing it Bob... "...
Milton, " ...and the squirrels, they were married..."
Lawrence, " Fuckin A man, Fuckin A "
♥Oh, so vintage... 12:00 PM
