"I hope you have fun in California with your stinky balls."

Emerald is in New York.
She is the grossest. Also, she is a vegan, and since you don't meet many disgusting vegans, perhaps you should get to know her. She and I have been camping at susie's for the last two days. Generally if I don't have to work in the morning I will sleep at susie's, and not brush my teeth or shower or anything, and that's kind of gross, but now with emerald here, everything is twice as gross.
She's introduced something calls "box-tag". Luckily she's only played it with Sue so far. We went to Sue's uncle's bar tonight, which might explain my drunken post... anyway, it was one of those moments where you're in a crowded bar, and there's music playing...and then your friend yells something kind of wildly innappropriate, right at the moment when the song ends. What Emerald yelled was a Thanksgiving story about genital shaving...needless to say this was priceless in a bar with football on the television, and a giant man in a Jet's jersey who has been staring at Emerald all night long.

Well,
I'm drunk, and I have to work tomorrow. Which... is ok I guess, because I got a raise.
rad...sort of.