The car is back, and healthy again. It actually wasn't Jiffy Lube's fault, but I still hate them. I also gave the dealership the go ahead to fix a few other things that probably weren't necessary because I was drunk when the guy called.

...in the bar sang happy birthday to me :wOOt: Then three random ppl bought me shots (a Gray Goose with Red Bull chaser, a Yaggerbomb, and a Birthday Cake Vodka). Apparently I'm a light-weight :drunk: and a very happy drunk. They told me I was talking non-stop throughout the entire night too, lol. I DO remember that I was having a difficult time standing up at the end of the night, but that's...

...at saying it in person but. The party... and the way it ended with me and Damien...None of that was or is your fault. So please don't be beating yourself up over what Damien did to you when he was drunk. I'm still your friend and everything has been fixed now aswell. Oh and when you've finished with my hair pins could you give them back? i kind of misplaced my spare ones. Hope your enjoying the...

I get drunk last night and I wake up this morning to find, on my laptop, a three page script for a sketch show I call "Combination Style". I have no memory of this or ever writing scripts in my life. Hmmmmmm.

Still listening to Matt and Kim + Deathset a lot.  What can I say?  I like piano. I borrowed a fuzzy hat with wolf ears from a friend, and now I wear it while riding around the city.  It keeps me very...FnB, wrote more, fixed bikes, watched scary movies at a friend's house (I was the only person in the room not in a band), and now I'm back home, exhausted and filled with candy. I am a fuzzy pinata

people make me think sometimes. i'm hammered by the way, i think I'll have a pb and j...mmm....pb and j. friends... they've always puzzled me. not zombies though, they rock, well fighting them rocks...maybe not, but it'd probably be pretty cool. that is all

getting so fucking smashed on friday , halloween is gunna be fuckin tight .

This guy covered bits of my two least favorite songs and I still loved him, so that says a lot.

...draped over the other and kicking occasionally. The two are currently sharing a very quiet moment.   There's keys in the lock to the tenement building; outside, Jack is helping a rather drunk Danae in, in sort of a stoic, resigned manner. He paid enough attention during the drive over to not be entirely ignoring her, though he has been mostly content to listen to any drunk-talk she may...

Four glasses of absinthe, two glasses of mead, a bottle of Blue Moon, and some puffs of the Devil's Tobacco later, this happened: and with his lips unwilling, he was brought into the legion of cannibals... [and in the intervening time her skin peels, her years unravel, untouched and flaking like the parchment of his libraries.]   'Twas this stuff. With burnt sugar cubes and everything.