Rain is God's way of pissing on your 4 hour drive and/or weekend....

Drove to ATL friday morning (after my WONDERFULLY INTELLIGENT girlfriend locked her keys in her car, God love her) and approximately 87% of the way it rained cats n lemurs. Suckfest '09. Had a pretty relaxing weekend with the wifey's family. Love her grandparents, they are legit. Love Atlanta. However I do not love the traffic. Lame. In related news, I've been having serious Taco Bell withdrawals... I haven't had it in almost a week... is this a problem? I'd like to think not. (maybe thats not so related but who's counting anyway?) Went to a party last night (saturday) -  it was mildly hilarious. Boner Jamz '09. BROhemian Rhapsody to the max. "I remember my first time going on a Polo shopping spree" -Em Switz. hollaaa. There were these high school senior girls who had just graduated... aka "Freshies" aka "ready to get roofied in college" who all were excessively wasted after a whopping 3 and a half beers.. by this point they all thought it was an awesomely brilliant idea to play Flip Cup with shots of vodka. awesome? no. Long story short we woke up this morning with the taste of cig ash and vodka on our breath (still wasted) and proceeded to harass our sleeping friends to wake the hell up.. one of them coming to the bedroom door naked having just hooked up with someone who, if i recall correctly, had to verify the person she had just slept with was who she thought it was... claaaasssic. Once NakedNasty got clothes on she walked into the next room with the rest of the early risers and began handing out cigs from her purse. When she found a few in the bottom that had apparently fallen out (at this time the heavy amounts of alcohol from last night had kicked back in for that oh so awesome "morning-after-drunk" that we love so so much) and began breaking them into little pieces, throwing them across the room, and yelling "CIIIIIGGGSS!" at the top of her lungs. Like I said.... still wasted.  Ahhh what a night. HA. Heading back to college town tonight after a graduation party. I need my fellow GA Southerners back in my life pronto. Adios Amigos.

Listening To: Fear of Flying by A Rocket to the Moon