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A Night With The Downsies
While some you were at J's retarded birthday party (who is he anyway?) the rest of us were stuck at the goth club with actual retards. I got the brunt of it by walking in on an orgy with rotating cast of retards in the bathroom. In my drunken state I "politely" informed them that such behavior was inappropriate at a club. To sum it up I was a ( Read more... ) -
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My social coma is slowly turning into social fear. Whenever I leave my house bad things happen- work for example is just crap and I hate being there. Another example last Friday I didn't go to work (because I hate it there) and got in a car accident hooray. My car is fine, but my everything hurts pretty bad, at least now I have a reason to go and ( Read more... ) -
Robots were my designated driver
Ah Sunday I managed to black out yet again. According to my friends I announced that I would sleep with whoever brought me a lighter, asked if robots brought us home from the club, and kept trying to escape Bryce's room in search of some mythical place. Monday I spent my evening waiting for death. -
Like a thief in the night
Well Monday I made my daring escape from the house of tyranny and insanity. After listening to my roommates "discuss" my moving out I decided it would be in my best interest if I left sooner than later. All I really recall is one roommate who shall remain nameless screaming about how she doesn't understand why I can't talk to her like an adult. ( Read more... )
