I bought a bottle of champagne and grabbed a large slurpee straw at 7/11.
Here’s to hoping some idiot doesn’t throw up on me this year… and… well, that’s it really.
I would just really like it if someone didn’t throw up on me.
That being said, I am ready for the New Year.
(All I want is sparklers.)
- Elisabeth: I really want margs...
- Me: I always want margs.
- Elisabeth: 3 dollar margs?
- Me: No. Free dollar margs...at my house.
- Me: Okay wait. Can we just please agree she is a total bitch?
- Kailey: Yes! Do you want to TP her house?
Okay. Confession. When I was 17 and still listening to the radio
(I had no other choice. When driving around my drunk high school friends who all wanted to get their party on before actually getting to the party—the radio and car bar are my only options.)
I remember hearing Rihanna’s song “SOS” for the first time.
As they sang/screamed along with her
I thought out loud, “This bitch is gonna be a one hit wonder. FOR SURE.”
I also said the same thing about Lady Gaga after seeing her on an episode of The Hills.
So it is clear to me now—
I know nothing.
(And I wonder: Maybe if I smoked weed in high school this would have never happened.
I would like to think if I smoked weed in high school this would have never happened.)