I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW I COULD VOMIT!!!!!!!!!!!
ugh, i want to go run downstairs and trash my brothers room, take the sheets off his bed and put them in the laundry room so as to severely inconvenience him
when he arrives home wasted and in pre-hangover and can't tell his right foot from his left, not to mention where the hell could he find some sheets!
I DO NOT NEED THIS AT 22:37!
at least my dad (who i suspect is also drunk, though he denies it) is at home and not on his way to meet up with my brother at Durty N's (bar in p-town).
he called (my brother that is) - on the house phone, which i never answer - to ask me to pick him up at BWW because he was drunk. not until after 22:00 he had specified. which was fine because project runway ended then anyway.
i get there and my phone begins to vibrate. it's the little shithead himself. where are you? i reply WHERE ARE YOOOOOUUUUUU????? I'M AT BWW. oh we're going to DN's. come on, come with us to DN's! YOU CAN CALL A @#&*%$# TAXI ASSHOLE!
how will i manage to procure at least five bucks from him? that is the going rate for "picking your drunk ass up."
25.1.06
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puke on his sheets in a pre-emptive strike of his hangover tomorrow.
and how about zulema on PW? what a bitch! and Jay was surprisingly catty. I hated Andrae at first but he has grown on me. And I love Daniel!
You're such a good sister: five bucks is a bargain!
Perhaps you should come up with a new (higher) rate for when "I went to pick u up and your drunk ass wasn't there!".
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