and whatnot

Last night/this morning Shaun, George Lopez (teehee LoLz), and I celebrated Miranda's getting the hell out of Houston. We drunkenly began the night with Funfetti cupcakes that Miranda baked, which at that point, I was angry because a drunken girl took a bite off the cupcake I had hoped to enjoy all by myself- which I did; I just wish I could have enjoyed it in its entirety. Instead of questioning her fat intentions, I sort of just stood there and stared; I was dumbfounded. The nerve of some people. Anyway, the night was filled with lots and lots of disappointingly cold foods from Katz's. Broadway Breakfast? More like No-way Breakfast. Anyway, I had lots of fun all the way until we headed back toward our apartment where daylight was emerging and the fingernail clipping in the sky started to fade.
Oh yeah, last night was my first time to sing karaoke. I think I sang "Come Sail Away" by Styx, but I would rather not remember because I don't want to picture myself being an ass. It's probably inevitable, but at least the inevitable can be stalled.

*I deleted the top half of this post because it was ridiculous.

The Post Below Me...

Hennesy Hennesy Hennesy

Have you ever gone to eat questionable Vietnamese food, simply because it seemed quick, convenient, filling, and most of all, cheap? And it's like, you took into account the reason it was so cheap was because there would surely be some compromises made. I know I regrettably made the decision to order the "rice w/ lemongrass chicken" dish. Now, I'm no connoisseur of Vietnamese cuisine, but I do know that, for something to have lemon grass in its name, it should probably taste somewhat like or even RESEMBLE something containing lemon grass.
I mean, what I received was- and I wish I was joking/exaggerating, but I'm actually serious- old (at least one day old), microwaved (I heard the microwave beep), extremely tough "chicken" smothered in caramelized onions. What the fuck? I'm not even going into detail about how I saw Mr. Cockroach scurrying under a table.

The jasmine rice was somewhat enjoyable, though.

I should have just ordered the curry. Or maybe I should have just eaten elsewhere; who knows.

While Shaun and I waited for our food we went into the attached Kim Hung market to buy some Thai tea- very addictive. When we walked out, we noticed that we were incredibly itchy; we looked down to notice what appeared to be flea bites on our arms. I don't even want to question that. I have somewhat regularly shopped at Kim Hung for about four or so years, and yesterday really made me question everything. I don't know if it was the cockroach or the chicken or what.
I should have just ordered the shrimp fried rice again.

And Then There Were Two...

Wellesy Wellesy Wellesy....

So here beeth thine cast:

of course we have Shaun...


Nous of Nowwerhorsen.


And of course, Beth, not of Nowwerhorsen.




Okay, Shaun enters in and sees the enemy in his sight...
She's grabbed a hold of the prize!

Shaun moves in and takes the grab!

He's in!!! Now for the kill!!!


I need to really stop drinking whiskey...

I woke up the next morning in Nous's bed looking like this for some reason:


Yeah, thats my purse in the background, it's my overnight bag ;).

By the by, that first picture of me I was drunker than DRUNK.

The Test Begins.... NOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

Drunk, drunk, try again.

So much, so much.

Parking ticket. GRRR.

Internet, finally!.!

Gay man dancing Friday/Boondocks ..... only leads into gayer man dancing on Saturday/Boondocks.

Gay man kissing straight up on Saturday. Pictures soon.

Okay... Maybe too soon.

Alright, brass tax: So far, just Big Gay AL HENDRICKS at Cecil's:: Lil' John, Verbs, Meat, and Tyrone randomly. Power walking! Or wait... Race WALKING! "Hello, nice to meet you sir, I am an Olympic gold medalist!" "Oh, really, in what sport?" "Race walking!" ".....whatafag."

Jaime and the twins birthday tonight. w00t.

By the by, I will never drink ^^^^^^ that much ever again (theresalsovideoofgaymandancingandikissedlike8guys.)

Oh yes. Theres the matter of Shaun vs. DA COPS

Katz: Saturday: 3am ish.
Walk to restroom, bump into cop whilst VERY (I can't stress that enough) intoxicated. Before I could stumble to inebriated -ly try and say 'sorry,' he took full control and beat my ass down... verbally. "Sorry, sir!" I shat myself.
Friday of this weeks time period. I seriously think a woman cop tried grabbing me. BITCH.