Everything is wrong with me
Monday, February 16, 2004
 
Reason #1
Last night, I decided to do something a little different and I got bombed with some friends. I called my friend Nicole wasted from a deli at about 2:45am. What follows is a transcription of the message:

"Hey Nicole, it's me, it's Jason. I was just calling to see what's up because I am so retarded right now!!!! Biatch! Hey hold on one second - [to deli worker] yeah, that's got extra cheese right? and can you make sure to melt the cheese? thanks - [back to Nicole's voicemail] so anyway, give me a call if you get a chance. I'll be up for a little while. Talk to you tomorrow. Biatch!!"

I can't believe I'm single.



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