fuck
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
When my head stops hurting, I'll tell you why I say "fuck." That's all for me right now. Tomorow's New Year's eve, the biggest waste of a holiday, and hopefully I don't have to beat the shit out of someone for spilling rum and coke on my shoes like last year.
Either way, I've done some pre-drinking and am now getting stoked for some mayaham. I'm heading back south for the night, at the request of a few people with whom I've made an impression from Pete's party (see the post about "The Story"). We'll see what happens.
I'm out. Have a Happy New Years.
Ben
When my head stops hurting, I'll tell you why I say "fuck." That's all for me right now. Tomorow's New Year's eve, the biggest waste of a holiday, and hopefully I don't have to beat the shit out of someone for spilling rum and coke on my shoes like last year.
Either way, I've done some pre-drinking and am now getting stoked for some mayaham. I'm heading back south for the night, at the request of a few people with whom I've made an impression from Pete's party (see the post about "The Story"). We'll see what happens.
I'm out. Have a Happy New Years.
Ben
posted by Ben-in-UK at 11:20 PM
1 Comments:
What's with all the fucks? I'm intrigued.
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