I can out-loner you.
Last night I went to go see Al Tuck. He is an aquaintance of mine from back home and the last album he put out is one of my favourites. Anyway, it was fun except that yeah, basically I am the most embarrassing person in the world because I show up alone and proceed to drink my face off and then at the end of the night his friend or someone was gonna give me a drive home and I was like umm actually I think I am gonna puke so I'm just gonna get in a cab right now and hopefully make it home in time to puke in privacy. NICE SEEIN'YA AL, GOTTA PUKE, BYE!
Anyway, the cabbie gave me a plastic bag to puke in because he was afraid I was gonna ralph in his car. When I got home I was like QUICK FIND A PUKE SIZED OBJECT TO LAY DOWN BESIDE. Then for some reason I REALLY thought that was like gold or something and I felt like it was an emergency that I HAD to record me saying that my favourite thing about being an alcoholic was looking for puke sized objects in my room alone at night so I got out my little digital tape recorder thing and was trying to record myself saying "My favourite thing about being an alcoholic is looking for puke sized objects" but I couldnt get the fucking thing to work so I tried typing it out to post like right away but I couldnt type coherantly.
I didn't even end up puking but I did wake up on my floor. Awesome.
In other news. I GOT SOME PRETTY HAIRZ.
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