no such things as paragraphs and I don't believe in pausing to take a breath.

So last night Leslie, Kevin and I hit up the Arrow bar for Red Light. Before stepping out of course I had a few drinks off of Leslie's Cisco and I killed the last of the Makers Mark all on an empty stomache. I was feeling good, so we drove down town, found parking and then Leslie realized she forgot her ID. She raced us all back home, grabbed it and we raced back. We got there ordered more drinks and talked a bit. Then things started heating up. Leslie gave me a lap dance. It was on! We danced and tried to get Kevin to join us but he was nursing a beverage and wasn't "drunk enough to dance". (whatever bitch) Leslie kept getting all sorts of freaky with me as she was trying to out-slut the other set of girls dancing. I thought this was hillarious but went along with it. Eventually it was time to head outside for a cigarette break. The bouncer overheard our conversation and was like... "oooh nasty talk!" Leslie bursts out with "so what you're not going to let us back in" and he snapped back with "hell no, I'm encouraging it." The night just got better from there. more dancing more drinks. Finally it's 2am and we have to hustle to her car because the side of the street we parked on was a street cleaning side at 2am. We all decided we were starving and headed over to Sparky's. I ate and then felt the urge to pass the fuck out in the restuarant. I didn't, but I wanted too. So she hauled ass and took me home. Three hours later I'm awoken by the alarm, the alarm of death. Seriously it's a miracle I can function at that hour in the morning, let alone actually get ready for work on two nights of barely any sleep. I was hoping that my car would start but it didn't. The battery is soo dead. Tonight after work I'm going to buy a new one, cause baby I love to drive.