dear beer.
let's never hang out with each other again.
i just don't think we're "meant to be"... especially when we're around Jagermeister and those guys.
We can't get along, and sometimes you make me feel really sick.
love,
twyla.
Rock Central Stampede Breakfast Strikes Again.
a brief look at the past ones:
#7 - 2002 - cried and crawled through the dirt, crying because Pat & I had broken up a few days earlier. forced him to make out with me in the side yard, and then ran into Jesse and made out with him in Keith's bed.
#8 - 2003 - cooked hotdogs and sausage all morning, but was too drunk by 2pm. Ate a huge bag of mushrooms with Glenn and tripped out sooo bad.
#9 - 2004 - got there after work at 5pm. Proceeded to get hammered and dance up a storm with Andrea & Holly. Awesome.
bye bye.
twyla.
