i went to philly and stayed in a friend's dreamy apartment. we crammed five people in the car; i laid across two boys in the back seat. we drank wine and beer, bar hopped, roamed the streets drunk, stocked up on private stock (not something we are fortunate enough to have in the south), and ate philly cheese steaks. someone stole $500 dollars from my bank account when i left my debit card in the atm machine, so i witnessed the marvels of philadelphia with no money. if i could do anything i'd grab an old cutlass, steal gas and tour america with as little money as possible jack kerouac style. we took a day of our trip to drive up to new york city. it was the first time i'd ever been there and i always swore the first time i went i'd be so excited, i'd cry. i didn't do that.
danielle got me a job at american apparel. i hate to give american apparel credit for anything but i met some of the greatest people through that job and i became happier.
love you dee, kc, and jord
lina and danny had a black friday party †
summer was a shitshow. fourth of july was a shitshow. i drank a whole bottle of champagne before it got dark and then continued to drink countless beers until i got to danielle's house, threw up in her toilet, took a shower and passed out on her couch.
we went on wes' boat to really go out of summer with a bang. i got the most wasted i'd been since fourth of july, i think. it was one of the most memorable days. wes and i flipped his jet ski and were too drunk to flip it back right side up so a 9 year old boy had to help us. i was talking to wes' parents and fell out of my chair.
it was a good year hopefully i don't kill myself in 2011 auld lang syne
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