i went to the boy's dirty hippie party on friday night, which turned out to be a lot more fun than i'd expected. i drank quite a bit, and kristen wills, who lived on fosmark last year and i thought she hated me, showed up. so i said hi. and we figured out that she thought i hated her and i thought she hated me. so neither of us hate each other now. which is happy. and we talked for awhile, because she's apparently from boone and knows the people from there that i now know. so that was fun.

then we went home, and i threw up a lot. that was not fun.

so i slept for maybe like three hours and got kicked out of mark's nice warm bed so as to go to work.

working from 9-5 at taco time is not all it's cracked up to be, let me tell you. especially when you're running on next to no sleep, and you're fucking hung over.

i don't think i'm going to drink anymore. at least, not for awhile. and i'm definitely not getting drunk for a long fucking time.

oh marajuana, you are my friend.

so then i got off work and mark and i talked about stuff, took a nap for about an hour, then ordered takeout chinese and watched night of the living dead and snatch. which was also fun. snatch rocks my socks.