i learned my lesson last nite i cannot drink so much anymore cos i do not eat as much as i use to therefore my body cannot take it holy SPINSVILLE. i didn’t ralph though, thank fuck. i crashed on the bathroom floor for an hour in a hundred different positions while cid tried to get me through the bottom crack of the door we totally made eye-contact, he tried to fit his face under the door so cute until there were three of him. i didn’t even drink that much well, sort of, if you consider the amount of food i ate. we went to green room and fil had the curry chicken and i had a couple bites but when he got to the very last piece it wasn’t thoroughly cooked, good thing i didn’t do the dickhead move and eat the last bite, usually i am a fan of that but i had my own bbq chicken to work through. anyway, on the bathroom floor i kept thinking about how delicious the green room curry is and i was trying to make the flavour materialize in my mouth but then i would feel really fucking nauseous so i would stop only to try and taste it again then i remembered the uncooked piece of chicken and figured oh great i have food poisoning the awesome just writes itself.

we are never eating at green room again, according to fil and i am depressed about it. 1. a beer cap was in his hot and sour soup 2. last nite’s chicken 3. we saw rats outside 4. i have seen mice countless times hanging out. sigh.

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.