...lesson learned...
ha.
who am i kidding?
so, Thursday night: it was my first time to go out on a thursday night, but i really got into it. after a little run down to Ye Olde Blue, a couple cigarettes, 4 shots of vodka and 2 shots of Sambuca (which, i might add, is a mighty fine drink), i was on another person's couch for one moment...chillin with the porcelain princess the next...back to the same couch until 7:15 in the morning, back to my bed with a crushing headache and nausea like no other.
by 10:30, i was in chinese. yay!
so i took a couple psych tests and made about 20 bucks...and later on, ended up at the Duke's Men performance, where i was gang raped to the max, and nearly passed out. the after party in Morse, as usual, was fun. minus the cheap vodka, but plus the fact that i had recovered well enough from last night to undergo some more poundage (of drinks that is).
BTW, thank god for Zantac 75. you truly make the round go world. yes. i know. i meant to write it like that.
...soo...this brings be back to saturday, which really felt like a sunday for me since my thursday was practically a friday...saturday, i woke up at some ungodly late hour, went to Bookie's New Blue performance, which was really fucking good!! kudos to bookie cookie!!! afterhenceforththereby, i went home to freshen up my cha cha and met up with x-tian and apussy. we then got into a car with a large, strange, black man who took us to Roxy up in NYC.
unfortunately, the BJ balc at Roxy was closed...and all that once was is lost.
alas. what is Roxy without a BJ-less balc. it is nothing.
and, alas, what is McDonald's without a fat Hatian woman? it is still something, but not as much of what it was. or as classy, especially when you walk into a bathroom with two girls taking turns puking into the sink because the toilet is filled to the brim with a conglomeration of poo, toilet paper, urine, hatian jack's face, and small children.
i got back to yale at about 8:00 in the morning, thanks to 'cello's thriftiness and x-tian's impeccable ability to sleep...and piss in one of 'cello's soda bottles.
needless to say, my sunday was a load of shit: woke up at 5:30 pm, ate dinner, studied chinese, played mafia (dip dip, wha-WHAT!), and studied again.
so. that brings us to today.
i went to classes...went to some manufacturing plant in CT for Meng 486, and i blew a couple street whores on the way.
who am i kidding?
so, Thursday night: it was my first time to go out on a thursday night, but i really got into it. after a little run down to Ye Olde Blue, a couple cigarettes, 4 shots of vodka and 2 shots of Sambuca (which, i might add, is a mighty fine drink), i was on another person's couch for one moment...chillin with the porcelain princess the next...back to the same couch until 7:15 in the morning, back to my bed with a crushing headache and nausea like no other.
by 10:30, i was in chinese. yay!
so i took a couple psych tests and made about 20 bucks...and later on, ended up at the Duke's Men performance, where i was gang raped to the max, and nearly passed out. the after party in Morse, as usual, was fun. minus the cheap vodka, but plus the fact that i had recovered well enough from last night to undergo some more poundage (of drinks that is).
BTW, thank god for Zantac 75. you truly make the round go world. yes. i know. i meant to write it like that.
...soo...this brings be back to saturday, which really felt like a sunday for me since my thursday was practically a friday...saturday, i woke up at some ungodly late hour, went to Bookie's New Blue performance, which was really fucking good!! kudos to bookie cookie!!! afterhenceforththereby, i went home to freshen up my cha cha and met up with x-tian and apussy. we then got into a car with a large, strange, black man who took us to Roxy up in NYC.
unfortunately, the BJ balc at Roxy was closed...and all that once was is lost.
alas. what is Roxy without a BJ-less balc. it is nothing.
and, alas, what is McDonald's without a fat Hatian woman? it is still something, but not as much of what it was. or as classy, especially when you walk into a bathroom with two girls taking turns puking into the sink because the toilet is filled to the brim with a conglomeration of poo, toilet paper, urine, hatian jack's face, and small children.
i got back to yale at about 8:00 in the morning, thanks to 'cello's thriftiness and x-tian's impeccable ability to sleep...and piss in one of 'cello's soda bottles.
needless to say, my sunday was a load of shit: woke up at 5:30 pm, ate dinner, studied chinese, played mafia (dip dip, wha-WHAT!), and studied again.
so. that brings us to today.
i went to classes...went to some manufacturing plant in CT for Meng 486, and i blew a couple street whores on the way.
posted by Joe @ 4:05 PM
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