Aqui!

Wowie, wow, wow! After waking up to a forgetful Friday night, I ended up scanning through photographs of Catherine Peterson and I kissing. It was cute. I wish she wasn't a lesbion, I would date that woman real fast-like. So we headed out to Sweet Water, which is always a mistake because of those fucking prices, but in this case it was fun because of our waitress and who was there. I would post photographs but I kinda ran away from home and I don't have my cable. I threw more money away by buying a damn Lacoste shirt, but for Saturday night, it was well worth it... I guess?
So, Christopher Micheal Coon, Conrad George Brown and I went to work and it still 101 degrees outside; not lying, and we were constantly threatend by Yellow Jackets, but hey, it's $10.00 an hour. We are out there from 12:00 P.M. - 5:00 P.M. Reasonable, considering the weather. So after tending my wound and taking a shower I decided to go to Charleston to meet up with my friend Angela who bought me some Tanquery Gin, sooo good. I love drinking it straight... Ugh, I'm going to go blind and die.
So, while still walking in the heat, I start feeling weird and while walking it felt as if the concrete or asphalt were soft and breaking. I didn't know what to do so I just found an alley way and tried to make myself throw up. It was pathetic, but scary. I figured an ice cold P.B.R. And Coke Zero would take care of everything but it turns out that gatorade was the perfect remedy. At this time it was time for Leigh Montgomery Cart's party and Christopher Micheal Coon picked me up and headed to the east side. I have no idea why the fuck Danielle Duchane decided to move to the bad part of town. She walks home drunk every night. That doesn't spell R-A-P-E, or anything. *Sigh* These girls.
Speaking of, "these girls," an hour and a half into her own party, Leigh Montgomery Cart took so many shots that she had to be carried into her bed, where I'm pretty sure she wet herself, she's pretty good at that. It was fun, none-the-less, after I drank all my gin and some of hers, with some bud light and Sky Vodka, we decided to go to Lindsey Funderbunk's party. It was fun, definately a crowd that I could go wild around. I wish I didn't see Paige Kaufman, that would've been a good night. I hear she has herpes. After many drinks later, I was able to not remember anything and we headed to Christopher Micheal Coon's house where, Conrad George Brown, Ashley Elizabeth Coon and myself stayed up to talk about how her Siberean Hamster killed another one named, Tooty-Fruity. I have a video of it that I will post when I get my cables. The weekend was nice, now it's time to eat chicken and rest.
Today is the last day to submit your clips for the Gmail video, anyone is allowed in it and I hear that it might make national television. I need to do this, A.S.A.P. Hope everything is going well for all of you. Take it sleazy.

G.D.M-H