HAHAhahahah. hah.
I bought a bottle of cabernet and two forties of...beer last night. Roommate decided forties was the right way to buy beer. Bought them, planned to drink tomorrow night or later tonight in a calm, glass of wine and conversation fashion with Aaron. Fell asleep around eleven. Cue 12:30am, T RINGS THE GODDAMN DOORBELL. I get it because I am the only one who opens the door for T even though I am not closest to the door. We hear singing. Wailing. Sex noises? Crying. I groaned inwardly. Iftekhar problems. Lovely. And she will sob and snot all over us over nothing. We go up and hug her. She is holding a picture of her deceased mother and tells us it would have been her birthday tomorrow. Oh shit, oops. So, we break out said bottle of wine, and one forty of beer, and watch RENT and sing along with all the songs and act like absolute fools and shout in the kitchen and go pee in the snow just because and make a snowman with breasts named Devin. And Ayesha has very nearly phone sex with Iftekhar and I flirt shamelessly with Scott until four am.

I also made cupcakes iced with the words ”If you’ve got beef then bring the ruckus, wu-tang clan ain’t nothing to fuck with”. Photos up on facebook.

And this morning, still drunk and giggly, T and I drag our asses out of bed and go to church where we listen attentively to the sermon about healing. I feel sick, so it is fairly apt.

Tonight, I drink at TDChi.

This weekend is awesome.