noel wants to wage an internet flame war with me. pffft.
last nite samir pointed out that i enjoy quoting myself. NOT TRUE! i mean TRUE THAT GUY!
later on in brendan’s kitchen samir drunk-yelled at me and i drunk-cried – it was over 9/11 and him being egyptian and being related to terrorists ha. brendan had a good idea to drink a bottle of this “amazing” 7 dollar bottle of wine. dude all wine tastes the same to me. we ate all his pistachios and i poured an entire bulk food bag of sunflower seeds (de-shelled) into my mouth and most of them scattered all over the floor. then geniusface makes me a vodka redbull. we argued more in the street while samir was trying to usher me into a cab like the condescending douche he is – look at me getting mad all over again.
i’m suppose to email brendan and apologize why should i samir was the one YELLING IN THE STAIRWAY AT A GIRL WHO WAS CRYING COS SHE HAS MENTAL PROBLEMS COS OF SEPTEMBER ELEVENTH AT TWO IN THE MORNING!
hahaa
