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| Back up in dat ass By Ronnie on November 7 |
| Yeah, bitch! A weekly update! So much for the slacking I used to do, I suppose. Word of warning: it is 3 in the morning as I write this and I am fucking hammered. The first 2 sentences alone took me 3 minutes. So, lets see, what has been going on... The confusion I have over the girl I'm into is exactly the same. I got this email from her, addressed to 4 other people no less, that oh-so-subtlily stated that she wasn'r going to be dating anybody. So I take the hint and stay out of her way on Wednesday at the Katibell show. I talk to her a few days later and she was upset about it. She asked me if we "could go back to the way it used to be." This shit has my head completely fucked up. I was invited back to her house out of horniness, no shit, a few nights ago, but she talked herself out of it on the way and claims to not remember it. That's fine. I didn't want to do something and then have her regret it anyway. But I still don't know the deal and it looks like I won't know for a while. Shit happens, I suppose. Hopefully it will be resolved sooner rather than later, because I am so into this girl it just isn't funny. Time to pass out now. Ronnie |
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| Ow my fucking head... by Ronnie on November 8 |
| Heh, I am shocked that not only did I make it home last night; I managed to post a mostly coherent update as well. Wow. Ok, so since I posted drunk as hell last night, it only makes sense to do one with a massive hangover today. Last night was mostly fun, aside from my dear friend Tasha having relationship problems. That bothers the piss out of me. I don't keep a lot of friends around so I'm really protective of the ones I have and shit like this just kills me. Hopefully she'll be ok. She never has realized how great she really is. But I had a good time outside of that. The girl was there, which is why I went in the first place, and I've stopped wondering and worrying. I have always had the shittiest luck with women. Hell, maybe it's just me. It's possible I'm just that damn repulsive. But as it stands now I'm not getting all worked up about it anymore. Or at least for the next few days. Whatever. Ok, bitching over, time for funny shit. I have a friend named Brian. He is stodgy, doesn't want to do different things, and is usually pretty vannila. EXCEPT when you get him very, very drunk. That's about the time he turns into #2. Loud, funny, pain in the ass #2. I wasn't there last night but I heard he was in rare form. So in honor of that, here's a small list of Brian's Greatest (Drunken) Hits: 1. When riding around town in the back of a truck a few questionable girls tried to hit on us. Brian stands up and yells "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WACK-ASS BITCHES!!!!" to the stunned silence of the rest of us. He later saw a guy crying about wrecking his truck into a tree and told him "It's all right man, you still got your fat-ass girlfriend." Classic 2. Once walked up to a girl he didn't know (who had huge tits) and asked her "Does your back hurt?" waited for her to answer, and then walked off. 3. Yells out "I GOTTA PISS!!!!!" every five minutes, because he does piss every five minutes. He's got a bladder like an infant. 4. Does this trick where he asks all of us, and every random person, what we're drinking and says he's never had that and can he try it. Does this even if its a fucking Bud Light. Probably has herpes now from doing this. 5. Finally, he is known to puke every once in a while. This happened at a friend's party. He ran and pulled himself up on the railing and went "What's UUUUPPPPPPBBBLLAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!" Puked everywhere. On the couch, the sink, the floor, even on the fucking cat. Ahhhh, good times, good times. |