Fun Fact:

Ants are impervious to microwaves.

Craig’s Key: 0

Ants: A scabillion.

The morning after…

… (or in my case the afternoon after) is always the WORST.

I don’t know why I pretend to think that I can out-do dudes when I’m five feet and one half inch tall, and weigh a buck eighteen. Note to self: you can’t. Sometime last night we went to a second bar with boobs on the walls, and I have no recollection. There were rounds of shots taken, allegedly. My head hurts.

I’m too hungover to go get breakfast. The idea of being in public right now is one of the worst things I can think of. My eyes are puffy, and I’m still wearing the jeans from last night. Skinny jeans of all things … my stomach hurts. I have all the ingredients to make a super radtastic omelette. But I wooooon’t. I’m currently consuming this Red Raspberry Yoplait *insert canned laughter here…yogurt…again…you funny* complete with seeds and trying not to die.

I’d forgotten why I stopped drinking El Presidente 3rd year. Oh…it’s because you get really fucked up and black out and the next day is horrible. Oh yeah.

I could be at the beach right now. Having a blast.

I could be watching Peanut Butter Wolf right now in the park. Having a super awesome time.

But I’m not.

I’m hungover.

Do you know what toooodaaay is…

How we’ve come to depend
On each other to the end
The space between us has disappeared
You finish my, you finish my words for me…

Te amo, ya bumcake.

Today is the day.

The Bumcake ‘08 celebration is in the haus.

Cutie patooties slangin insurance.

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