whoa mardi gras weekend, alcohol, long lost friends, and odd food.  last weekend was a good one.

enter friday.  go to the training academy to watch g put out fires and actually saw him setting them.  or trying to.  but it was fun.  al and storm were there.  cool stuff.  so i invited myself along to the salt cellar with them where i had turtle soup.   FUCKING KICKED ASS IT WAS SO GOOD.  i felt like i was eating jimmy samson my pet turtle, but jimmy tasted good so it wasnt so bad.  had a ton of good food and good port!  and other good drinks. 

saturday found me in a bit worse shape.  went out for sushi.  waiter spilled sake all over g and storm.  we laughed.  had a bunch of asahi and sake.  waitress almost spilled soy sauce on alan.  she laughed.  bitch.  i was a bit buzzed.  go out where i proceed to drink what felt like my weight in jack and coke.  g has an idea of how much i had but i dont.  all i know is i threw up and it wasnt pretty.  and the next day g found some of my stuff outside in the courtyard and i woke up in the hallway to my vanity.  i remember tryin to get girls for storm to dance with but they were all fugly.  and then i found a group, left him and he came back sayin they'd left him.  HA! 

sunday i was sick.

monday i was sick.

tuesday i was sick.

wednesday still sick.

i still cant drink or smell jack daniels without wanting to throw up.  i say gimme another week and i will be back to normal.  so alan is gone and it is sad but it was good to see him again. 

my mother has pnuemonia again.  sucks to be her right now.  but if she'd take a day off work maybe she'd feel better.  i think she said she's taken one friday off the whole time shes been sick.  dumb.  i just hope she doesnt die.

my dad is bein retarded.  what else is new.  sunday he wanted to talk to me but i was sick and he called every 10 minutes or so (on average) from morning til 11pm.  anyway he is still on his lisa needs money, i have given her (enter amount that grows exponentially everytime it is spoken aloud over a period of time that decreases with the same ratio every time spoken aloud) and she owes me this and i wanna control her life this way.  i really cant take it.

work is just about as bad as it gets.  but i am in better spirits and i have a better attitude about it so its easier to deal with.

richie said he wants to visit. he better!  i want superstar!  super chevy show rich, super chevy show.  be here.

i have to figure out how to get a chocolate pudding cake to work on the 17th.  should i make it?  should i have it made?  i went to the grocery store - they make them - and stood at the bakery where people were working for about 5 minutes i think.  no one said anything to me so i left.  i thought about just speaking up and then i thought "why so they can get more business despite themselves?"  fuck it.

when i remember more i will post it.

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