Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Wild Tales of Debauchery on West 9th Street

Okay, maybe not.

But I blame Jess' Dad, Pete. He's the one that made the large pitchers of Pete-aritas which are wholly responsible for my condition at present.

I swear that I thought up something useful to post this evening, but I seem to have forgotten it already.

Oh look...my bed.



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