Uh-huh.

[cruelbitch]

Totally just had a cigarette with Jeff Hardy.

EDIT: Some friends and I -- including Amy (tsunami) -- went to Backlash last night. Yes, yes, people are going to build a trailer around us, and I haven't watched wrestling in over five years, but who gives a damn, really. We arrived at the stadium drunk off our asses, and trolled the shit out of the

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[mrfantastico]

LUCKY BITCH

[cruelbitch]

WE'RE UNINHIBITED, DRUNK, AND AWESOME. WHATCHU GONNA DO.

[mrfantastico]

RAPE YOUR FACE HOLE

[cruelbitch]

Yeah. No.

[onthetide]

Whaaaaat

[cruelbitch]

Are you familiar with these people? Just edited to discuss my surreal night; I was far too drunk yesterday to elaborate. I HAD SO MUCH GODDAMN FUN.

[tsunami]

"NO SKETCHINESS HERE."

[cruelbitch]

Did you notice his chipped black nail polish while all our hands were cupped around the lighter flame? God. And you should totally write Christian and have a serendipitous romance him. You know he'd be down.

[tsunami]

I did! It was so delightfully middle school, I couldn't believe it. I'm so glad we met them while of age and drunk, because ten years ago we'd have been screaming and sweating... and scaring them.

Sigh, Christian. AMY&CHRISTIAN = OTP.

[cruelbitch]

Now, if we could only meet Paul Bearer, our goddamn lives would be complete.

You know, considering my memories of you + Christian are us laughing at him in his massive sunglasses, I never expected you to be so painfully attracted to him a decade later. Life is beauteous.

[cruelbitch]

Oh yeah? You rolled how? Stories plz.

And thanks! I loved writing about it, as well. And ... living it.

[cruelbitch]

Ikr?!?! I still haven't gotten over it!!