every post is hereby dediated to lynda

hi, yes i drank again today
i know, thats crazy. i wasnt going to especially since i woke up with a pounding headache and didnt get up til 3 pm...but everything is just better when youre drunk. went to my sister's friend's barbeque. man do they do barbeques different in brooklyn. it had the same basic stuff...alcohol and meat on a grill. but that is seriously the most plaid and skinny jeans ive ever seen. and men in jersey tanks...like, anywhere else that would be totally gay. but not in williamsburg.

so many artists.
wild.

i drank mike's hard lemonade and fucking smirnoff ice when they ran out of beer...that shit tastes like corn syrup and poo. and i also had like three hot dogs. im still hungry...

also, played a game of beer pong. i dont know what kind of beer pong they play here, but it was totally like. without rules. they were basically just throwing beer pong balls into cups indiscriminately. i felt like such a jack ass pointing out the different rules, and harold, my sister's husband, kept being like "MY LITTLE SIS, SHE GOES TO LSU, AND SHE'S 20 SO SHE KNOWS THE RULES OF BEER PONG!!!!" Hahahaha everyone was like, wtf...this girl is only 20?

brooklyn would be the perf place for Z to live, i feel. she's so hip...also, i think thats the most electro-indie music i've heard all consecutively. too hip for me. but a different kind of hip from L.A....like artsy hip. L.A. is like, hip just to be hip.

I NEED TO EAT THE FRIED RICE I JUST WARMED UP. LATER GATOR.
this one was for you, lynda

B