CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

Some dudes from the suburbs who I went to college with introduced the phrase to me. If I had to guess they stole it from some shitty hip-hop song.

i hadn't seen jon in 5 years at that point but we were together for 15 minutes and it was like we hadn't seen each other for 5 days.

err, i haven't spoken to anyone i went to high school with in two years except for when my best friend jon was in chicago two springs ago for work

PS: AND THEN WE WOULD HIGH FIVE

I'm bored. Why am I still here?

Off to do photos and then cupcakes and wine!

Hey Kevin, do you want to hang out with me and Sayjal (the elf)? She's fun and sometimes I am too, so you're chances of having fun would be pretty good. We are hanging out on Sunday, probably dividing our time between food, booze and going to movies. I don't know what is happening on the 25th. I hope something, or I'll be saaaaaad. Wow. I am going to be sad.

I will be the first to work tomorrow, I know, because I can actually handle my liquor. My coworkers went out and got fucking TRASHED tonight. But not me. Oh no. I don't get trashed. No sir.

I think I would be an excellent manager. I can pretend to know what he's talking about like nobody's business. Sometimes people even believe me.

There's a coat of yours that's hanging in Julia's closet. It's not lost! I can bring it over tomorrow if you have time. Even if you don't, I can leave it outside the door. It's very warm.

Learn to manage my Gap parka and then put that on your resume.

Hey, eat me. I'm not trying to screw you, Jesse. I would love nothing more than to gie you back everything that belongs to you. I'm just poorly organized, is all. Did you think I meant to keep it? I don't even wear it. I wore it once, and left it in Julia's closet, and then forgot it existed. Which does not make me Mr. Responsibility, but I'm not trying to dick you out of a coat, either.

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Wherever your coat was, it was never on my ass.

But I take your point.

If it was the "asshole in general" part, I can't help you. Otherwise, I'd like to know what you don't like about me. In real life, I mean. I already know what you don't like about my internet persona. Not helpful in a real life scenario, though. Email me. Talk to me. I'm not retarded, I'm just not always good at making people as happy as they could be.

If I didn't have to work in the morning I would buy you a drink tonight.

Merry Christmas and I will see you soon.

Now calm yourself.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

Until then, Merry Xmas?

haha I'm glad. Because it was SUBSTANTIAL. I couldn't have done that on purpose if I'd tried.

Merry Christmas, faggo.

I'm going to die.

Kenan, we're all going to die eventually.

This could be a lot worse. I just chatted with Kev, and he didn't go to sleep last night. I slept in my pants, but at least I slept.

We can form a fat cat owners group, Jesse.

This morning hasn't been the greatest for me. My mom called me this morning. The line was horribly scratchy. That's been happening whenever we have any rain, or even moisture for that matter. So it was really hard for us to hear each other. But the long and short of it is that she was all ready to go pick me up from the airport but needed to know which one and what time and why hadn't I given her this information yet? So I say, um, mom, I've told you this a million times, but I'm taking the TRAIN. We won't be there until 1:30 tomorrow afternoon. And she was like, "WHAT?! YOU WON'T BE HERE UNTIL TOMORROW?!" Whoopsies.

Maybe she'll at least be calmed down by then.

Hi, CHICAGO! Why didn't anyone ask about my photo shoot, you frackers?

Then I went and met Colette and another IndieBride and we ate a ton of cupcakes and drank wine.