A Dizzy In The Lizzy

Everything you do matter in some way

(12/08/2002; 01:02pm) - Everything you do matter in some way

Last night I got hellaciously drunk.
I went to Tower's B-Day bash at his apt and at Welcome to the Johnsons'...
I came, I drank, I conquered.

I opened a beer with the key to my apt.

I bent the key.

I bent it back into shape.

I proceeded to get waaaay more drunk.

I came home at (fill in the blank) o'clock in the morning and broke my weakened key off in the door to my apt.

Rang buzzer repeatedly till my sleepy roommate let me in.
(We won't mention how I was wandering around in her room, college-style, at 5 in the morning, until she asked me what the fuck I was doing IN HER ROOM AT 5 IN THE MORNING, at which point I left and found my way to the bathroom. Just glad I didn't pee in her room, as I am wont to do in those situations)

She had already called the locksmith when I awoke today. It cost me $55.

That's an expensive beer.