1st Entry - Halloween Weekend

To Whom It May Concern:

Halloween; it was the best of times, it was the best of times. Not quite the Winter of Despair, more like the Winter of Coldness. Seriously thought it's like 3 degrees Celsius out and on top of that, my costume only gives off like 800 degrees Celsius. C'mon Charlie Brown, like WTF. How am I supposed to survive a weekend at Storrs when I can't even get out of my living arrangements.

Caveat: I wonder if I ate escargot, while I'm drinking Keystones, if the smoothness of the Keith Stone or the classiness of escargot would prevail (nasty as hell, he should've ordered cavier Baluga). We don't know where the pirate is, but we're sure he had a wildddd time.

Hmmm...experiancing drunken writers block.




Escargot and H2O. xoxo J and S

Inception (not the movie)

Welcome Friends!

Here you have stumbled upon the diary of a drunk man. For those readers looking for an actual Drunken Diary, my apologies, I know it is a bit of a misleading title.

Anyways, the whole idea behind this was inspired by Jess who thought it would be hysterical if we kept a journal of things we wanted to write down when we're drunk! So let whatever may be written down be written here, unedited, and for the amusement of all.

Cheers!