I can't believe it's still going on. I changed my mind about my excitement becuase I am tired and (e:jill) and I were not so drunk. Luckily, (e:jill) was there and we got to spend the night together. Not in the way (e:beast) spent the night but we had lots of fun playing fort and phone and reading about the clubber, drinker past of Osama bin Laden.
Everyone else got naked like at the strip party but with more dancing.
I never realized Osama turned on his westernized party past. I assumed he never had one. It all really makes sense now. He is just a rich daddies boy.
Which leads me to a sidenote about the dude I met who told me this money strapped sob storry about daddy paying his bills but not enough to pay entertainment expenses, puke puke.
Derselbe Jung hat mal probiert seinen Schwanz an (e:jill) zu stossen. Die beiden haben zusammen studiert, und er fragte sie, "hast du mal an meinem Schwanz gedacht als wir zusammen studiert haben." Es war peinlich.
Sorry my German sucks, its 8:05 amand im riding a bike while sidekicking home from panos. the klincher is that terry has to take sang to the airport right now and he is so wasted tired
should I stay up I haven't slept in days. but even still my life rocks compared to the yellow bearded dude who lives on the bench outside of Burgerking. I seriously feel for him.
This picture just about sums up the evening.
