Saturday, September 8, 2007

Drinking Doesn't Solve Problems

Let's's 9:18 in the morning...I'm awake...I'm still drunk...I drank several tons of vodka and purple stuff last head feels as if somebody dropped a microwave on it...I want Advil...I need Advil...I don't own Advil...I can't find my roommate's Advil...I don't want to look through her medicine cabinet to find the Advil...and on a sad note, the hot Asian called me last night at 3:36 but I had already passed out. And I still hate hillbillies.

I blame the $4.49 bottle of Burnett's vodka.