eighth deadly sin:

i decided to skip out of my life a little early today to enjoy a nap & some left over birthday cake. instead, i come home to 3 inches of standing urine-y, shit- filled water on my bathroom floor. five rolls of paper towels, four regular towels, two hours of my life and one trip to true value hardware later, the water is off the floor and my bathroom smells like a mixture of Fantastik and ass. lovely way to start the week off. the upside was that i finally cleaned my bathroom. the downside was that all my houseguests left yesterday.

here's a look:

don't judge, we're all very busy at 1510. and we like to pretend we live in a crack house.

so erinfox and rachael mosied on down to the district from their respective new england homes.
in continuing with the 9 days that was my birthday, on actual february 1st, i grabbed patrick and annie and forced them to go to a pretentious, yuppy bar while i whined for an hour about how 22 sucks and i don't want to get older. they patiently obliged, biting their tongues until finally i realized i was boring myself, so i stopped and started having fun.



thursday was work as usual, but i did meet barak obama and joe lieberman. and i got to hang out in an office with a bunch of boys from washington state and annoy them as they continued to help run the country.
it was also 100 days at k's. an impossibly ridiculous tradition.

friday miss rachael and erinfox both made their respective appearances:




we hit some bars, drank some booze.
saturday was bowling.
sunday was recovery... until i went home and hung out with my family. my cousins always get me drunk.