HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Now I have nothing to do. I'm probably going to celebrate the beginning of 2002 with good ole Jack [Kerouac] and his wonderful novels.

on with the details of my nye, as if you care;

I went to a bbq with about 6 other people (i knew two of them). We were pretty smashed by 9, at which we decided it'd be fun to go out onto the main intersection and flash our tits to the cars. We, or at least the chicks, decided that we needed
30 toots from passers by in order to go back to the house. So we were going pretty well, and quickly learnt that ambulances and tradespeople responded best to our boobs, and no one else really cared (wow, if only i was like the movielife girl). We saw a car coming, and it looked like an ambulance, so wham, out came the boobs in full force. then we realised that it was a cop car. my friend and I started running away (i dont know why), he hid in a bush, and i went into someones backyard. After the cops had warned my friends not to stand on the road flashing themselves, they followed me into the driveway.

cops - "so, why did you run away?"
me - "i wasnt running away...from you. i was runing away from those people, cos they... scare me"
cops - "i see. so is this your house?"
me - "yuhuh."

then i wandered (stumbled) around the front of the house, and they asked me if i had forgotten my keys, and then i ran away. mmmyeah. then for the rest of the night we had metallica singalongs, made porn prank calls to everyoene we hate.

to sum up my night: drank beer, danced like a tool, went on a pub crawl, danced like a tool, went to some 16 year old's party, danced like a tool, tackled my friend and made him go head first into a rack of glasses, cutting up his lip in the process, danced like a tool, ate a lilypad, danced like a tool, hung out at the 24 hr servo, danced liek a tool, went back to my friend's house and crashed. oh and danced like a tool in the morning. the end.

YATTA! YATTA! YATTA YATTA! YAAAAAAATTTTTTTTAAAA!!

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the Bored lives FOREVER.

ooo, and we got and listened to and love the new Limp CD! soooo gooooood.

woke up, threw up, tred to eat, threw it up, tried to sleep, threw up...
went to work, threw up. left work early for party.
got to party, threw up, spent night there to avoid drunk drivers. threw up at least 6 times during the night.

im sick, eh?

funny though, cause they had a few small fireworks and were setting them off in the street. after they lit one, a car drove past...and it went off exactly as the car went by. that was the high point of my evening.

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Originally posted by Erimica:
the diary of an alcoholic

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