la bella mafia.

so. last week i went into boston for drinks and a basketball game. this saturday, im going to a party for a girl i work with [who ironically is moving to my columbus]. the week after that, its my birthday, which means me and some people from work are going into boston to party it up and get nice and toasty. and somewhere in there, im supposed to be going on a blind date.

A. where did this social life come from?

B. why did i agree to go on a fucking blind date?

C. my birthday better be one hell of a good time.

written @ 8:12 pm on 05.03.03
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