no one will go with me. my friends suck.
this week has been hell, but it's over. praise, jesus! the coming weeks should prove incredibly lazy and highly debaucherous.
i really want a beer right now to celebrate it being friday. oh, i want chicken fingers, too.
my friend jill just commented that she actually wants 6 beers. i couldn't disagree.
molly's p.s. - until last night, i hadn't seen anyone, as i was chained to my desk and sentenced to write until my fingers bled or my b key broke (which it did). however, i escaped last night for the infamous "battle of the summers" barcrawl. i played for summer '02, but deep down, i was still battling for summer '01. needless to say, '02 kicked some '03 ass. at least i think we did. you know how it goes, and at the end there, it was a little fuzzy. about 3/4 of the way through my $3 pitcher at joe's, i realized i had drank 9 beers in the previous 2 hours, and was now almost done with the pitcher i bought 20 minutes prior. thus, i slurped it down because i totally needed one more pitcher, and it was 1:15. there was a lot less making out this year than last. mostly because nearly everyone had pussed out at the second-to-last bar. that's what they get for having it on a thursday and starting at 9. i should go back into the barcrawl business. ain't nobody throw a better crawl than me.
posted by brett @ 7:37 PM
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