stupid drunk nite

last nite i got pretty wasted, and apparently so did my sister. at the bar corey and i argued for a good 5 mins about roxeanne and whether or not she was a hamster that lived in a sewer for 10 years. i got rather frustrated and asked corey if she was on steroids and if she had pus forming at her armpits. she proceeded to lift her arms up for the whole world to see the answer was no. so then y does she have to pick on those who answer yes??? deb proceeded to tell both of us to never talk again.

then stroke 9 played and i didnt see them for the rest of the nite. i did however manage to get shitfaced without them. the nite was looking pretty event free until that is we left the bar and keith and justin and some strange boy who was stalking us started to tear at my nerves. eventually they got me to say some pretty odd things, including that i was a "les", took 45 min showers with janell, and had nicknamed her "vag". we got back to the dorm and i tried to pass out on the table only keith was being obnoxious, getting mud all over everything. i called up janell to "confess" and this morning she played the message back for me. if my memory would have failed, neither she nor i would have been able to make sense of my slurs. moral of the story is...idk...u should already know there is no point to any of my stories