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Friday, December 03, 2004
Ouch
Um, don't go boozing with your friends directly after calss without dinner. The ramifications are downright ugly. Also, I have reached new levels of capacity with regards to putting my foot in my mouth.
Maybe there actually isn't a whole story. Maybe he thought if he said he had an intereting drunk story about something that happened after college years, he wouldn't feel the dark empty pain of getting up, going to work, going to sleep, getting up, going to work, going to sleep . . . Somebody kill me, please.
Listen, damnit. You can't just start a story, and then abandon your blog. We don't talk on the phone because I don't talk on the phone. For all I know, your dead. This will totally screw up new years for me. Finish the damn story or write another one. Merry Christmas:)
Agreed, we are lucky he even knows how to use a Komputar. Trust me, he barely knew how to use a calculator in Clemson (he swears that his calculator wasn't doing the math correctly). Maybe he is passed out on the toilet again.
And in his defense on the calculator bit, he did graduate before me, hell everyone did I was last in the class, but his minor helped him get a bit higher than me because God knows the ME department saw us as the "Special" students
The foot in mouth was in reference to the beginning of hte Jennifer thing that you all know about. The drinking thing had to do with class, and a social function in downtown Charlotte. REally the story died or the ramifications got out before I realized you all actually read my blog.
8 comments:
Wha, we expect nothing less from you.
Have you gotten to the point of swallowing your hole foot and lower leg up to the knee? If not, you still have work to do, my friend.
Damnit now you have to tell the story!!
Maybe there actually isn't a whole story. Maybe he thought if he said he had an intereting drunk story about something that happened after college years, he wouldn't feel the dark empty pain of getting up, going to work, going to sleep, getting up, going to work, going to sleep . . . Somebody kill me, please.
Listen, damnit. You can't just start a story, and then abandon your blog. We don't talk on the phone because I don't talk on the phone. For all I know, your dead. This will totally screw up new years for me. Finish the damn story or write another one. Merry Christmas:)
Well said Will. But honestly, how much do you expect out of Wha?
Agreed, we are lucky he even knows how to use a Komputar. Trust me, he barely knew how to use a calculator in Clemson (he swears that his calculator wasn't doing the math correctly). Maybe he is passed out on the toilet again.
And in his defense on the calculator bit, he did graduate before me, hell everyone did I was last in the class, but his minor helped him get a bit higher than me because God knows the ME department saw us as the "Special" students
The foot in mouth was in reference to the beginning of hte Jennifer thing that you all know about. The drinking thing had to do with class, and a social function in downtown Charlotte. REally the story died or the ramifications got out before I realized you all actually read my blog.
Wow Wha, a whole month without comments. Your head can't be that empty.
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