The puddle of beer and Cher did it!

Fuck, what a stupid fucking night. It's 7:07a.m. right now, and and I'm smoking a big ole bowl, so hopefully that'll put me back to bed. So lets recap... After a long mother of a friday, inhaling fumes, and tutoring Miss Megan --------------------------------------------------------------->

Then for dinner I gave into my munchos and made the baddest Pasta/Spinach in town, followed by hersheys infused betty crocker brownies (yum, with a glass of milk). Then I grabbed a silver bullet, sat my ass on my bed to watch Ellen's stand up. Next thing I know I wake up at 3 in the morning to blaring infomercials and  a wet beer puddle in my bed lol. Ah shit, so Patrick grabs a towel, makes the best of it, passes back out, wakes back up two hours later to a freezy 55 degree breeze caused by an open window we forgot to close after the bleeching, grrr, back to bed, then No kidding, right around 6 Kenny stepped on the remote to the living room CD player, and Josh and I are thrown out of our beds by Cher singing:"DOES HE LOVE ME, I WANNA KNOW... HOW CAN I TELL IF HE LOVES ME SO? IS IT IN HIS EYES...." Aaah, confused, and sleepy I turn it off, then Kenny joined me in bed, and since then we've been rolling around together, keeping each other awake. I said fuck it, now I'm watching the golden girls and having a smoke, maybe I can get a couple more hours in before noon lol. Hehe, Josh just walked by my room, all confused why I'm up so early, hey Josh!!! Sorry, need to turn down the Golden Girls lol.

Later Elevator