Keep On Truckin'

So, I'm not doing bad.
Pulling is down to a minimum.
I cut my hair and added some bangs.
It's a bitch and a hassle, but I like it.
It's hard to have bangs in my situation because I have some very thin spots.
But I can pull it off by doing the good ol' comb over.
Hey, it works for old men, why not me?
I had a super rad time on Friday.
Me and my friend planned a drunken bike excursion.
That it was.
I spilled two drinks. She kissed the bartender. We both got bombed. We did shots (I fucking HATE shots, but I was feeling no pain.) I puked behind a dumpster. I half-ran down this dumb ass drunk dude who wanted to jump in front of my bike. Idiot.
It was fun. I hardly ever drink.
When I do and if it's with her, I have so much fun.
I mean, I have fun w/out alcohol all the time, but it's fun to feel less restrained sometimes.
Plus, Tenacious D is really great to sing to when no one cares that your voice sounds like shit.

Gray Hairs????

I keep finding stray gray hairs on my head.
What the fuck?
I'm 24! This sucks.
Maybe since I've been pulling for so long, I reached the hair destined for my 60's.
(Of course I know this is scientifically retarded, it's a joke.)
I never ended up calling my friend's husband.
I figured, he's already made up his mind to stay with her, I'm not going to do anything but piss him off.
But I'm distancing myself from her. I have to. She drives me crazy and I'm so disappointed in her. Both of them really.
I've been doing pretty OK on pulling.
We had a b-day party for my dude on Saturday and tons of mofos showed up.
I gots blitzed and danced to some Rick James and B-52's.
It's the life.
My boyfriend turned 26 last Friday. I've known him since he was 18.
That's messed up. But in a good way.
This October will be our 8 year anniversary. Whoa.
On our 10 year anniversary, I want to go to Rome or some shit.
Something beautiful and not American.
No offense America, but you aren't the classiest bitch in the world.