Note to self: Don’t do Sunday Fundays anymore b/c Mondays suck!!!  I’ve literally taken 3 naps today and still feel like a train hit me.  I drank on an empty stomach and I know that’s what did me in or it could be the 5 kettle sevens and the 3 blonde headed slut shots we took….goodness!! Why do I do this to myself…and on a school night. 

Chicago said that April 4th looks good in his schedule to come visit me.  I’m excited, but I’ll believe it when I see it.  He’s going to Miami this weekend for a bachelor party.  He’s all excited b/c he’ll finally see some sun.  It’s been snowing up there alot. I told him that all the girls are gonna be hitting on him…and he said he will call me everyday to ease my mind….I love how he says the right thing all the time. 

I can’t believe I rocked on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday….I’m getting too old for this!  Parts of last night are starting to pop into my head.  I just remembered that I got in a fight w/ a queen at jr’s.  He called my friend fat and then we called him fat and then I lifted his shirt up and it looked like a hairy watermelon.  Oh lawdy lawd….why are the fights at the gay bar all superficial?  The last fight we had there was when someone said my friend was dressed 80’s ahahha!!