Boi Growing Up

i have to say i was wrong. the party was bumpin.( not a word i use often) although i have to say there was mad reggae for a white, wanna-be ghetto kid. but hey, im not judgin the party was at this restaurant called Concettas. he had a dj, foggers, and excellent food. there wuz mad dancin. to tell the truth im still a little tired. i had too many chicks to dance wit. no lie, i wuz the only one dancin wit the girls. theez were the sorriest bunch of boys i ever seen. i almost hooked wit this italian girl at the party, but im taken now. bad side is, i had a splittin headache from the airhorns. yes there were airhorns.

today i wuz tryin to sleep off my semi-hangover. it wuz champagne. im not sum booz drinkin alcoholic.