you give me, promises, promises. you knew you'd never keeeeeep.

Look, I wanted to say something about our b-day party, but I just don't remember it, okay? All I have to go on are the three pictures I found on my camera, each more disturbing than the last. Evidently if you drink enough your face becomes inexplicably pixilated, and you grow large, green hands. Thus:

It's pretty fucking frightening. No? Well, I'm done with the drinking right after Thanksgiving. No, Christmas, New years. New Years.

Posted by Antigeist at November 21, 2003 12:32 PM