Quote of the week: "You kiss just like my husband." - said to me Monday morning

This was sent from my friend Marty.
The band changed their name to Black Eyed Peed.
No Fergie... it's Black Eyed Peas. With an 'a', you know...
Let's get it started? I think she's done.
I'd still jerk off to her.
She phunked with her pants.
"Dude... Fergie's pissed!"
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I am a rock star...?

Last night was an epic hard core bender resulting in an hours-long blackout and lengthy descriptions from witnesses about my behavior. I did something with someone last night that I should really fucking feel guilty about. This morning I kept wondering why I didn't feel guilty. It was because I was still drunk. It's alright, I'm hiding out at my friend Nikki's house tonight. I joined a gym officially today. Feels good working out again. It's like I became single and suddenly realized that I'm fucking fat. God Dammit.

Festa Italiana this weekend in Portland and a rafting trip the week after that.

I feel like Doogie Howser typing on this thing.