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Fuck. I don't think I've ever thrown up that much in my life. How'd I even find the energy to eat enugh food to generate that much puke. My fucking head is killing me. It's one of those shitty headaches where you can feel your heartbeat in your head, and the pressure behind it is about to make your head blow at any second. It's a fucking hangover headache, that's what it is. And everybody knows the easiest cure of a hangover... Another drink. I wonder if we have anything to drink... Damn, the fucking sun's bright. I'd better shut these curtains. Hmm... Beer. Jimmy must've left these here. Oh well. My fridge, my beer. And there's... five of them. Okay, I'll drink... all of them. Then I'll call Jimmy and we'll go down to that Moe's place. I'd better check for Lindsey before I crack this open. She might take it away from me. Not in the laundry room. Not in the bedroom. Not on the porch. Not in the guest room. Oh, fuck there's a note on the counter.


Went to Jimmy and Chantal's. You were looking a little sick, so I let you sleep. Two icecreams, two coffees, and a bagel are definately not good for you. haha

-Linds

Well, let's have a fucking party then. I wonder-Damn, this is good beer. I missed beer- If Lindsey's stash is still hidden someplace around here. I know she had it hidden behnd the DVD's at her house when we went to pack everything. I'll just move- drop these. Score. This wonderful little bag of white powder is the most beautiful thing I've seen in a very long time. Okay, I have a dollar bill... I'll just... push these fucking magazines out of the way, and... pour a little bit... That looks like three lines worth. Now... I need a blade. Aw, fuck a duck. DVD shelf... She was a good plan aheader asfar as this hidden stash thing goes. Just a little choppy chop here. Maybe a choppy chop there... And now... Aw, fuck it. One giant line. Roll up my little dollar bill... and... The phone's ringing. Fuck. Wipe your nose, Gerard. Wait... why are you wiping your nose...It's the phone. Oh... answering machine got it, well then, where was I?

"Gee, it's me. I guess you're still asleep. I'm going to dinner with Jimmy and Chantal, so when you get this just give me a ring. I'll send you a text too, so if you're awake and just screening the calls, at least reply to that."

Hmm... I'd better find out where they're going to dinner. Cause if it's near Moe's I'm fucked. Can't be sck and out getting fucked up, can I? Nope. But first, I'd better vacuum up this little mess here on the coffee table.

Dinner @ McD with J&C
-lynz

Why don't you guys go someplace better.
My treat.

Alright, feel better.
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Haha. Score. Moe's is in a shitty part of town. I'd better get going if I'm going to beat her home. Oh, man, I've missed this rush. Damn. Oh, fuck Moe's. I'll just drink those beers and then maybe do some more... vacuming... Hah. Yeah, sounds like a plan. But tomorrow, I need to cut this shit out. Definately. Well, maybe no more cocaine after tonight, but... how canI not drink when Moe'sis right down the highway, next to the nearest Dunkin Doughnuts/Baskin Robins?*]




[/So, this probably sounded kinda awkward, but, your thoughts aren't all there when you're hung over/getting fucked up, so it doesn't need to make sense at this point.

I got married yesterday afternoon, so I may not have updates as often for the next two weeks. After my impromptu wedding, my father purhased an impromptu two week honeymoon. It's only to London but it's two weeks in a fucking nice hotel room that's right down the road from every Beatles landmark a fan could ever imagine. So, I'll be a tad busy, so review, and I'll be more likely to update when I do check. (:



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