Uh.. i found this

I wrote this a while back..

So I never usually celebrate my birthday, it’s arbitrary, and not important to me. This year, I decided to make it worthwhile. Last Tuesday my ex “jane” that I have written about in previous posts, broke up with her boyfriend and invited me up for celebration.

I arrived that night and we layed around and watched troma movies and drank in bed, pretty fun. Woke up, went to common grounds, and drank bloody mary’s outside in the appropriate weather.. also pleasant. She took me shopping and whatnot, bought liquor, took a nap and woke up about 8. She had this friend who sells cocaine and pot, but doesn’t do either, which I doubt but whatever. She buys me an 8-ball and we sit around doing beer bongs in the yard while on the white pony. Jane is having some dude come live with her for a few months starting Sunday, which I don’t give two shits about, but its odd.. she never doesn’t have a dude around. She has to work that night, from 8pm til 4am, at a bar downtown. I have her housekey and go to a friends house to drink the night away. Go see good friends and drink heavily in the garage. I left my phone at her house. SHIT! She gets off early and I didn’t have a phone so I could let her in. (Cruzan rum and a Mexican coke + lime is magno) She fucking tracks me down somehow and its me and about 6 other people all coked out chugging vodka. I realize what happened, get ready for a chewing, motherfucker drags me to the bathroom for a little sesh of makeout. Huh.. that turned out awesome. She goes home and leaves me there to party a bit more.. go back to her place and pass out.

The previous day I had purchased much meat such as Richards meat market in Fayetteville, awesome awesome place. I get my gear ready and leave for OKC Friday morning. About halves there I realize I left all this shit in her freezer. ASSES! Fortunatly a friend of mine who lives in OKC was driving back the next day. He had no cell phone, so I had to call his friends and relay messages, real fucking annoying. I kinda confirm that he’ll bring my delicious meats, and make it to OKC.

So this is Friday, my actual birthDAY. Get to my cousins house start drinking tequila. That night my grandma had reserved a private room at Micheals Grill in okc. Never been there, supposed to be real badass. So in our little room, there’s a stupid flat screen tv, what kinda stupid idea is that? Maybe if I was by myself it would be cool.. turned that fucker off. Ordered lots of food that was horrible.. I mean, it was all bad.. just got drunk on some Hendrix gin.. oh man, that stuff rules.