I HATE THROWING UP. it's all your fault quibuyen! normally i'm good with one strong hurricane, but last night add to that a shot of yeagermeister (sp?) and 1 1/2 drinks of adios mutherfucker. i haven't been that tossed since my bday 2 years ago when i was worshipping the porcelain god. damn, that was painful. anyway, i'm sitting here with a slight hangover trying to recollect all the events of last night at rock bottom. i remember some dude trying to stick his finger in my belly button, crouching near a potted plant at the valet preparing to yack, sitting shotgun with viana driving us back, my head sticking out the window and the black dude coming up to me and kissing my head, yacking all over the outside of the phat ride, hugging quibuyen's toilet (btw, that was the cleanest mens toilet i have ever seen), sticking my head in a huge garbage bag, falling asleep with my head in the garbage bag, hearing glass break b/c someone thought they could do baton twirls with a huge glass vase (i don't think so, buddy), and then i think i passed out from there. uggghhhhh.... my stomach's not feeling good right now. i need boba.

oh yeah, happy birthday to mike matsunaga! he's such a sweetie.

i don't wanna go to work.