9.29.2006

Hay soos on a bike.

Nothing like being woken up by calf-muscle spasms at eight o'clock the morning after you've consumed an entire bottle of wine.

How badly do I want a Sausage McMuffin right now.

A lot, is the answer you are looking for. However, I will also give half marks to any response similar to "please don't talk about food, and please ESPECIALLY don't talk about alcohol within twenty-five feet of me because if you do, I will most likely projectile vomit all over your shoes."

My liver probably bears great resemblance to the dead leaf I just pulled out of my jade plant: chlorophyll green, spotted, and spongey.

On the bright side, Steph and Brit are SEX.

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