Grrr
I think I was bitten by the largest spider known to Midwestern man. There's a welt from it on my leg the size of a walnut. I presently have 5 fresh spider bites on my body. Death count only 11. They're even in my dreams.
I feel like I'm losing the war.
I feel like I'm losing the war.
Labels: games, rant, Sleep, this is all wrong
posted by mags at 1:22 PM
11 Comments:
way to flake out this weekend, vanilla face.
I didn't. My ride did. But I'm coming on Friday with the whole crew. You free?
describe the entourage and then we'll talk...
3 caucasian males, all in early-mid 20's... and 1 caucasian female in early-mid 20s
possibly one additional caucasian male in mid-early 20s with excessively long dreads and a killer smile.
Two are overtly green.
Two have serious attitudes.
All know how to put it down.
hmm...i'm guessing M,M,D,K and possibly another D...
You're right!! Careful with those M's, though.
i dont like being kept in the dark. if you guys are effin coming, great call me, we'll meet up. if not, then whatever. this is silly business.
Um. Yeah. Who's the flake now. I've been saying we were coming since last Monday... and now look at you.
ps. tried to call you...at matt's phone and liz's...you can call me now. sorry your weekend was testy. i heard most of the weekend was unmemorable...
For them it was unmemorable... because they were too insanely trashed to remember anything. But as the one sober representative of the group (barring Caro, who was also in her right mind), I had a weekend rich in highly unpleasant, memorable, icky-experiences.
I don't know that I can justify going to our Chicago "family functions" any more. We're all way too old for that shit, and it INVARIABLY gets out of hand. In fact, I don't think I ever want to be present at any event including Steve's Signature Margaritas. They're the devil's drink.
I'm actually embarrassed and panicked at the prospect of hanging out with my siblings and cousins with Phil- what's he going to think of us?? The boys are OUT OF CONTROL..
with statements like that...you know I want details. serious gritty hardcore, leave nothing back details. i trust you will satiate my lust for detail. i spoke to matt who informed me briefly but did not give particulars. and besides, what makes you think had I been there, i would have been in my right mind...
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