I AM THE PROTOTYPE!

My days are in a daze!

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Wednesday, December 21

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That’s the number I dialed last night after I dialed Hero’s number. Last night was the most fun I had since Spring Break in Atlanta. My friend and I went to a “business” dinner with these two guys but in turned out to be a menagerie of gut busting laughter. The silliest stuff that we were all too old and intelligent to laugh at had us, well at least me and one of the guys, literally on the floor laughing our assess off. Like this lady with really broad shoulders and a small head. We all kept going on about how she should be on Men in Black and every time somebody would make a mistake, we would ask her (not to her face) to rewind time for us. {you probably had to be there huh?} But the shit was funny then. I had two shots of Remi XOXO, a Level and OJ and two Long Island Ice Teas. But anyway yeah, we just laughed at everyone there and at each other all night. When it was all over, they had to drive us home ‘cause we couldn’t do it. I love good clean fun. Of course attempts were made to get dirty with the fun but nothing serious and no pressure. It wasn’t that type of party. I guess most of the humor was “had to be there” kinda stuff. But as usual when things wrapped up, I called Hero. I had been doing good, like two weeks I think. But today I don’t care about him at all or feel crazy about calling or anything. I am so totally apathetic on the whole Hero thing.


I forgot that yesterday in the daytime was great for me too. Remember I got my settlement check right? Well my friend got her settlement from that whole Abercrombie class action lawsuit thing. So we kept doing hilarious dances and screaming “I’m rich fool”! Then we went to the mall and on the way there we turned on our most proper voices and called everybody that looked at us poory. Isn’t it funny to but y’s on adjectives where they don’t belong, like smally? So at the mall we acted really rich and pretended that we only shopped at the best stores and looked down on people who were probably wealthy for real. Being rich was fun.

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