..who puts her phone in her back pocket, and falls on her ass, who plans a successful bar crawl but doesn't include EATING DINNER, who thinks that after 9 hours of drinking it'll be fun to show up on someone's doorstep SURPRISE!, who wakes up having no recollection of where she lost her busted phone!!! (EXCESSIVE EXCLAMATIONS TOTALLY NECESSARY!!!)
My sweet roommate assured me that everyone is that girl at least once. Still, this goes out to everyone who witnessed or aided that girl -- I am so sorry about my dumbassedness, and thanks.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
I'm THAT GIRL...
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3 comments:
I am slightly bruised from being repeatedly punched and kicked but just glad that you are okay.
Remember when I dropped my phone into the toilet at Camp Randall? This is after I told my drunken self, "Don't drop your phone in the toilet here at Camp Randall. That would be gross." Then I proceded to drop it and... push my sleeve up and dive right in after it. But it was too late; it was already broken. I wish I would have left it in there.
Jules - thanks for the story, yes, I do remember that :)
#1 - I apologize for apparently beating you up... does it help at all that I don't remember?
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