Ok, So Susie and I were going to hit up the elysium last night, so I took a colonapne (sp?) and headed to her house. As soon as I  got there I had a shot of tequila. delicious. Then we had a glass of wine, and took a xanax. Before we left I had another shot of tequila.

     We got inside and all was going well, people were buying our drinks and I saw a shit load of people I knew. Including my friend Gretchen who is leaving for Prague, Love ya gurl. Anyways....there is this girl there every sunday who makes a total fool of herself, she dresses like a cat and dances really close to the edge of the stage, and it is like "rave" dancing. so, Eric thinks it would be a good idea for me to push her off the edge of the stage, so I did, kind of. she didn't fall, but instead of turning around to me and being like  "what the fuck" she went and got the bouncer to come talk to me. Well, turns out the bouncer doesn't like her much either because he offered to buy my drinks the next time I come in. HA.

      On the way back to the car Susie and I hear someone say " hey girls in the pink skirts" so, I turned around and said "WHAT" (angry voiced) excpecting it to be a crackhead or a hobo. Nope. It was a frat boy whipping out his dick. Susie pulled out her phone and said " I'm calling the police, so you better book it" We are hoping he got arrested. Anyway, that was my sunday. How was yours?

So, as we all know I've been on my death bed with strep throat again I started to feel a little better yesterday so Erica and I decided to go to Brentwood Tavern.  Sounds like a good enough idea, we watch my super sweet sixteen for like an hour then get ready to go, we stop at the gas station for cigarettes and gas before we hit that long stretch of road to Burnet.   I get done pumping my gas and I look in my car window, " hey what's that shiny thing, OH FUCK, it's my keys!" Wonderful. I have just officially locked my keys in the car for the first time! I blame it on the Vicadin.

       After about 20 minutes of  us fishing with a coat hanger to get the door handle open, we call fucking pop-a-lock, before they show up we want to smoke, so being the smart ladies we are we step away from the gas pumps and into the shade, WHERE A HUGE BIRD FUCKING DIVE BOMBS ME!!!!! If you know me at all you will know I, HATE these "animals" with a passion. Anyway....they popped my lock for a minimal $40.00 ( how nice of them).

       So, we get to Brentwood Tavern and they aren't even serving Salsbury Steak that day so we're pretty bummed until we find out They are giving out everything for free, I mean everything!! Burritos, Sushi, vodka, crab rangoons, energy drinks, pencils, buttons,....etc. so, after we get everything we can get our cheap little hands on, we proceed to Michael poo poo's house, where I eat more Vicadin, Erica drinks more vodka, and Michael does more morphine, and we watch 100 greatest child stars, and the Surreal life. Ahhhhh, I love Sundays.

So I woke up the other morning with the worst throat pain in the world (worse than deep-throating a donkey) kinda pain. I literally couldn't get out of bed, and then when I actually did get out of bed I was so dizzy that I fell over into my dresser...What tha fuck?!? I can't talk cause my throat is so swollen...me...not talk.. this does not happen.

At first I chalked all of this up to a long night of partying with Kim, Regina, Matt, and Erica. My doctor however says this is not the case. It is a REALLY bad case of strep throat, that could turn into mono (I'm thinkin' "awesome! what a badass diet!)

Anyway, the good news is my doctor hooked me up with some pretty strong vicatin. So, I get to lay around the house watching daytime television, like Oprah, and Ellen, while eating pudding and Jello all fucked up! Hooray!