Ugh, travesty.

After the great 'Koby Bash - 2005' I wasn't right. Fuck, I'm still not right. Think, well, fuck. Nope, no good way to phrase it. I, once again, have "colon issues". Mainly, lack of control when farting. Which is basically the most heinous thing ever. Beer, I love you, why must you be so mean to me? Why?

Sunday was good. It was chill. Tons of bags. Haji had real fun, I was just a terrible human being. The fun I had was mitigated because even THINKING about it makes me want to puke. Fucking ugh.

And yesterday was St. Patrick's day. We didn't even have a blog-wide high-five. Seriously Koby, do you realize how intense that night was? It ruined me for days. DAYS!

Its a new weekend. There is stuff going on. I may go to a play with Koby so he can hang out with brithday ass a girl he met last Friday. I haven't actually talked to him about this yet, but I also don't know what pillow talk occured. Who knows what promises were made. And what promises may be broken.

Odds: 2-1 that Koby will break this girl's heart (if he hasn't already) Any takers?
- posted by Pat @ 3:43 PM