another one of those speaches of his

[thewayyoulikeit]

ok its Tuesday night and... I am about to die of alcohol poisoning. This is because I am so desperate to leave this place and get so shitfaced that my blood is turning into alcohol just to keep me from crying about it. yeah I know I sound whiney but hell at least Im consistent. Well Im going to die of alcohol poisoning or die because I am just

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[katstradford]

I think the sandwhich is plotting something with the salt shaker, they have been eyeing me all night from across the table, I dont trust them, they make a vicious and yet tasty foe.

I think we need to get you some help. *lol*

P.S. If the Paprika gets involved, just get out of there AS SOON AS YOU CAN.

[thewayyoulikeit]

Paprika? pah Im more scared of Basil... its Italian and I dont want to get the mafia involved. call my cell if you are comin over tonight but I warn you, you cant come into my house because its messy and Butch is having a friend over so we can 1. stay in your car or 2. go to dinner or something call my cell and tell me whats up

[dramatic_spy]

Sweetie, I love you, but you really need to come back to sanity and Mason now. I'll bring some salsa and we'll chill Monday, okay?

[thewayyoulikeit]

Mason? yes I will come back. salsa? yes I will come back. sanity? never *stabs at nothing thinking it could be sanity*