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6 days in a row of drunken debauchery: I am a lush. Long Island Ice Teas, White Russians, Kamikazes, and countless Cosmopolitans are the perfect ingredients for disaster. We sung to Berlin--our new favorite band--and once again I stripped to the beat. Oh my... I attempted to make out with a couple of my girls but I couldn't stop laughing. Girl-tongue is so alien to me, there's never a drop of blood in my lob. I feel like I'm kissing my sister. And the other day at a Gay (yes, a gay) SuperBowl party I watched a video of a man fisting two men at once. I laughed out loud with a Beer in my hand. Very white trash. Must embrace the sober existence...
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