Sarah and Brian......!,
It's 3:35am on sunday. I mean, technically it's monday. I'm sitting on the couch next to Shrek who is proudly proclaiming via t-shirt, "No Fat Chicks." Thank God Shrek, at least, has a good head on his shoulders. Maggie is lying on the floor between our rooms. I vaguely recall eating pizza earlier, but not really enough to enjoy it. Oh shit. Nevermind. I had the buffalo chicken slice. And we watched the version of "Big"--the Tom Hanks movie, with factoids littered throughout it. Like, you know, pop up video. I think it's called the 'enhanced' version. Then Maggie and I decided to go back out apparently. And, you know, I was pretty drunk 5 hours ago, but it just might be that we took some "as-m-pir-d-i-m-n-a." (that's code for ecstasy. Fucking weird.) You know. Maybe. So we went to the pour house (turns out it's spelled "p-o-u-r"--how clever!) and then went with Ben to the Subway Bar. Thank God. That place is H-O-T!!!!!!!! Yeah. So, now Maggie, mind lost, is sleeping in the "hallway." We might move to Bushwick. Troy Gaskin, licensed real estate agent, really seemed to like us. And the apartment is really nice. It has a stage in the living room. Perfect for finally performing that sketch comedy Team Sweet's been writing for the last 9 months. But at this hour, I don't really think we can make any firm decisions.
I'm really rambling now. Where the fuck are you guys, Brian and Sarah? I miss you. Yesterday, we didn't get enough toasts at Garden Grill, and it wasn't stressful at all...is that right? Also, I think I'm a little in love with Gus Jr. Neighborhood sexy. Ouch. I hope he isn't reading this. He doesn't really strike me as a blog-reader though.
Hope you're having fun in fucking southeast asia or wherever the fuck you are, you assholes. [please note that my aggression is due primarily to my repression of sadness at you not being here].
Jesus, I just realized how much we haven't blogged about lately. And the fact that I'm up makes me want to do it. What have we missed?
-I had the flu--really bad. I had a fever for 4 days (at least), then a horrible cough. I pulled a muscle in my side from coughing so much. Other people may have been sick, too, but I'm the one blogging so f them.
-Let me just get it straight for the record: Maggie and Narbus: dating. Kody and Gabrielle: dating. Jake and Carrie: yeah. Ian and Jessica: mm-hmm, dating. Me? Not dating. I'm just totally humping tons of hot dudes. That's right. I'm the fucking pimp!
-Best margarita night on the face of the planet.
-Ben left us for 3 sundays in a row to go to LA for work (you know, the Oscars). He's back now.
-St. Fucking Paddy's day, Baby. We did it traditional--Lucky Charms Treats, Green Guacamole Chips, Entenmann's st. patrick's day cupcakes, hurricane popcorn from Hawai'i, beer, whiskey, Whippits, Car Bombs, etc, etc etc. [Hope you aren't reading this mom! St. Patrick's Day just ain't what it used to be! But don't worry--when we arrived at the Pour House too drunk for our own good, we ate some old cabbage and boiled potatoes, which was highly traditional]. (and re: whippits, "why isn't everyone trying to do this shit?"
-2 nite. We started drinking at 2:15pm, obviously. Ben saw tons of celebrities in LA. We brought him balloons.
-Ian has several catch phrases that we're having a lot of fun with.
So, Maggie is real cute sleeping on the floor. She's snoring. [I hope that doesn't ruin her reputation.] I'd better get her into bed.
You fuckers are pieces of shit. You probably aren't even reading this. F.U. Come back soon.
xoxoxoxooxoxoxoxxxxxxxx
(like the French)
-Shannon
p.s. I feel like this post might be retarded, but my hair looks good, lending me confidence, so I'm just gonna go ahead and publish.
