get over it! it's my life, well censored, not censored by adult americans to "protect" the youth, type censored. more so censored so you, whomever you may be, don't think i am absolutely bat shit crazy. i say this because almost everyday of my life something insane happens, whether i witness it with my eyes, my emotions, dream up some crazy, twisted, fucked-up shit, or reminisce with friends about incidents i had forgotten (not that i tried to block, but just forgot, somehow).
anyhow (as they say)
last night was good. i have been in orlando for over two weeks now and have avoided downtown until last night. i went to billiam's house with a 12 pack of pbr around 9pm. we drank 5 each in 2 hours and had a swig of whiskey on our way downtown. duh, it was a tuesday night and there was no fucking marking for a mile from the bar. on the way we were informed about the vegan hot dog eating contest happening at etoile this month. i gave my flyer to maria, because i know she'll win that shit. then the bar, i'm tired of typing. shit happened.