Brown eyed girl.
07/13/2003 03:34 a.m.
What a great song, am I wrong? No. Don't argue with me. What an strange 24 hours I've had. Sometimes I wish I had the power to delete memories. Let me just say, Phoebe was beligerent and vomited many a time. I hosed the puke off the driveway at her parents' house. I figured that if I was that drunk, and vomiting, I wouldn't want my parents to find out by finding a nice pile of vomit. I took care of her today too, making broth, tea, etc. I really love Phoebe more than I have ever loved a friend I have. I'm so comfortable around her. She's not the nicest drunk girl, but for some reason, I can tolerate the rudeness when it's coming from her. She's practically like my sister. She demanded I kiss her on the lips last night, and I was laughing so hard, I couldn't pucker my lips. It was hilarious. I guess that's what happens after 4 long island ice teas. I only had one and was pretty buzzed. Also, he boyfriend proposed to her while she was drunk. I was a little freaked out by that to say the least. I mean, I love Sam to death, and I want them to be together forever, it was just so shocking. But at least now I get to pick out a fabulous ring. Princess cut, or course. I will just live vicariously through her. Anyway, I think I'm sunburned, but just a little. I feel feverish, but I also only got about 5 hours sleep. I'm out like trout.
I am currently Weird
I am listening to Robbie Williams-Rock DJ