i am still scraping the coating off my tongue. this is the sign of a good weekend. long weekend, even. labor day is goood.

the boy and i went out saturday night a-drinkin'. since we didnt have a whole lot of money for drinkin', i came up with an ingenious plan. ingenious plan music goes here.
unfortunately, i have been warned that if i tell anyone of the aforementioned ingenious plan, it will never happen again. not only will it never happen again, but i will get my, and i quote, "skinny ass kicked all the way to quebec." why quebec? i don't know. sufficed to say, the threat is enough that i keep my large and talented mouth shut. the end result being, we got plastered. very, very plastered.

sometime midday on monday we crawled out of bed and dragged ourselves to the rent's house for greasy food, the best hangover cure in the world. besides more sex. that works too. works real well.

fuck, i need to sleep.