so basically tonight I've agreed to go on a motorcycle ride tomorrow with a guy named mike, accidentally and unabashedly ran for BLOCKS (!!!) with my boobs jiggling outSIDE of my shirt while running to atomic cantina, almost slapped a girl for outing me (i.e. having a kinda sometimes boyfriend. bitch) while i was flirting with another guy, been shown a magic trick from a con man, flirted and took pictures with a singer from a band, changed my clothes (free topless show) next to a car full of weird girls who watch that sort of thing, lost at beer pong twice and had a mountain of toilet paper kicked at me.luckily i have pics of most of these events. should post them when i wake up tmrw but if my past sunday mornings are any indication of my plans for tomorrow then yeah i will probably be at sophia's from 12 to 3. and yeah yeah that music poster's old so what?
P.S. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DON'T GO TO SLEEP RIGHT AFTER I GET HOME. THIS SUCKS. now i will be sitting here in the PITCH BLACK thinking about tony danza and bacon fat and how i hope that guy has an extra helmet and hopefully he won't do that dick guy thing where he'll try and impress me by almost killing us on the motorcycle, like that never really works on me cause of my EXTREME FEAR OF FAST MOVING VEHICLES. great. now i will be dreaming of that time i rode the dragon roller coaster at busch gardens, the roller coaster for babies, except i was well into my teens and still i screamed like a virgin and no that doesn't make sense. or does it? anyway, at one point i stopped enjoying fast things like skiing and skateboarding and sledding like wtf? what happened to me? I think i'm being punished for being like so perfect at skiing at such a young age. not. just kidding. uhhhh. i wish i stopped typing 15 minutes ago slash never started typing. good night.
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