BLEHHHH.

This past weekend has been really, REALLY fuckin' intense. Like, I have no idea what happened for about 1/4 of it.

Eff. I was hammered from Friday night to around 6am Sunday morning, when I finally passed out. Good stuff. We were all playing beer pong at Richard's and I got Mike to show up. Kali and I bought three dozen donuts, then I guess I ended up singing on Rock Band (classic) and I wound up going to 7-11 or somewhere with Kyle but I blacked out before we even left.

From what I'm told, Kalahni (sp?) and Kyle had to carry me into the house from my car 'cause I was out cold. Then Randy (WHAT THE FUCK?!?!) was trying to wake me up and was picking me up off the couch and shit. Wow. So Mike, Doom and Randy went to Twisted, then all of them plus Kyle went to Neighbours after 2. FUCK MY LIFE.

Then it was pretty much the same the next day, but I never blacked out. Heh. We picked up Brittney from Everett, ended up in Snohomish somehow, then went back to the apartment where I was greeted with a bottle of SoCo from David. HEH.

Everything else is kinda blurry. And I have never had a hangover worse than the one I had on Sunday. Which in fact, carried all the way over into today during my first few hours at work. Gross.

Well. I need a shower and then I need to continue to eat everything in the house.