1.05.2004
okay, so i figure i'll blog it up before i get back to work. i'm not looking forward to being here for five whole days in a row. i'm not exactly sure how i'm going to do it, to be truthful. i'll have to ease myself back into it with long lunch breaks, leaving early, coming in late, la la la...
i'm a stupendous employee.
alright, so i'll tell ya a little about my new years weekend shenanigans, and then i'll stop with the regurgitation. if you were there, you already know about the twotytytythree/twotytytyfour makers mark extravaganza, in which three of us did the majority of the damage to a 1.75l bottle of delicious bourbony goodness. until the magic digicam (and other, more rememberful people) reminded me of all of this, i had no recollection of the following:
and i think that covers the forgotten craziness. among the things i remember are the post-it ruination, in which i destroyed a brand new pack of post-its by writing things like "i love horsepenis," "monstrous erection," and "the aroma...it kind of reminds me a little of...horsepenis" throughout. to my credit, erin did much more of this than i did. i am not totally to blame.
anyway, after finally passing out at 6ish, and then being woken up at 9ish by a gigantic great dane who really wanted to pee and go home, i dragged my ass out to taylor's couch and laid there until the phone rang, ten minutes later, and i actually agreed to go eat bob evans breakfast. bad idea, folks, bad idea. anyway, back to bed after that, and i've been recovering ever since.
the dirty crumbs played excellently, bung's nervousness aside. bung, you will grow into your new singing role. it will just take time and more western shirts, but you will make it. and later that night, mix tried to run some innocent ladies off the road.
the real weekend, saturday and sunday that is, was spent in a never ending relax-a-thon on black zoomfield's couch...i am becoming ridiculously accustomed to the new place. i should just bring the kits over there now and call it done.
as i said, enough regurgitation. i'm sure you people are growing tired of hearing tales of my fabulous life. i'm going to try to start writing stuff about real stuff on this thing. just as soon as my head stops spinning.
i'm a stupendous employee.
alright, so i'll tell ya a little about my new years weekend shenanigans, and then i'll stop with the regurgitation. if you were there, you already know about the twotytytythree/twotytytyfour makers mark extravaganza, in which three of us did the majority of the damage to a 1.75l bottle of delicious bourbony goodness. until the magic digicam (and other, more rememberful people) reminded me of all of this, i had no recollection of the following:
- kissing erin edwards goodnight (a couple of times. with tongue)
- kissing taylor just for the hell of it (a couple of times. with tongue)
- calling my sister at 2am and having a nice conversation about "that hot 21-year-old i'm moving in with," (!?!?!) directly in earshot of the aforementioned cute young'un...
- making myself another drink at 4:30am, and then getting a heineken outta the fridge (i guess i finished the bourbon and coke; didn't do so well with the heinie...)
- boomer apparently trying to beat the shit out of taylor whilst taylor tweaked mine own nipples
- affixing clothes pins to those very same nipples and walking around all "look i've got clothes pins and they're on my nipples!"
- making tons of people watch as taylor and i showed off our inventive dances
- chasing tay down the street yelling "you go see that fucko and we are no longer friends, you understand me you asshole!?!" while laughing hysterically because she made sure she had a dew to take with her before she bolted out the door all sneaky-like
- blatant pda. dumb dumb dumb. the pictures are hilarious. now everyone will know! yeah yeah, whatever.
- destructo smoking a cig while he tried to "explain" his newyears-esque behavior.
and i think that covers the forgotten craziness. among the things i remember are the post-it ruination, in which i destroyed a brand new pack of post-its by writing things like "i love horsepenis," "monstrous erection," and "the aroma...it kind of reminds me a little of...horsepenis" throughout. to my credit, erin did much more of this than i did. i am not totally to blame.
anyway, after finally passing out at 6ish, and then being woken up at 9ish by a gigantic great dane who really wanted to pee and go home, i dragged my ass out to taylor's couch and laid there until the phone rang, ten minutes later, and i actually agreed to go eat bob evans breakfast. bad idea, folks, bad idea. anyway, back to bed after that, and i've been recovering ever since.
the dirty crumbs played excellently, bung's nervousness aside. bung, you will grow into your new singing role. it will just take time and more western shirts, but you will make it. and later that night, mix tried to run some innocent ladies off the road.
the real weekend, saturday and sunday that is, was spent in a never ending relax-a-thon on black zoomfield's couch...i am becoming ridiculously accustomed to the new place. i should just bring the kits over there now and call it done.
as i said, enough regurgitation. i'm sure you people are growing tired of hearing tales of my fabulous life. i'm going to try to start writing stuff about real stuff on this thing. just as soon as my head stops spinning.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 10:08 AM 
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