Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
If this is your first visit to the site i apologize; this is the first extended inebriated broadcast my blog has ever experienced. However, if you’re a regular reader, please take this opportunity to mock me constantly via instant messenging until i board my plane to Florida on Tuesday. I mean, how else am i supposed to learn from my mistakes?
by krisis
pop jargon blog wark. Uh-huh. WhoO!
by krisis
NJ: drunk as shit
NJ: …….
krisis: How’d you guess!
NJ: Really? Me too!
by krisis
DrunkBlog Update: Hey, this is Peter again, this time totally sober (really). As it turns out, it wasn’t change that fell out of my pocket during the quick-strip, but instead my keys, which sat on the corner of 36th and Powelton for at least an hour before i realized they were there. Also, i found a dime. Yay. Meanwhile, you won’t even be able to begin to contemplate the extent of idiocy that occured in the last four hours until you see the pictures tomorrow. It’s all about the pictures. Just to give you an idea, the first picture features me trying to set my tongue on fire. Uh-huh. College is neat. WhoO!
by krisis
Hi. This is amy. SO this is what i was thinking. Peter he’s behind me on my roomate’s bed bitching about the taste of vodka. and i’m like duh! so whatever. and this liz is on my couch passed out. but i got to see peter’s pastey little south philly ital-yaaan ass prance down my block. so it’s all good. quote of the night. “i’ll show you sumo wrestling.” I don’t have fixations with mugs or anything cute like that. my impression of peter “my nipple smells like coffee. pop jargon blog wark” roomate’s talking now. what? i don’t know. what is she saying? i don’t know. huh?! not listening! more impressions of peter “trio was choppy this week. my nipple still smells like coffee. or is that espresso?”