A Public Apology

Please excuse any bizarre behaviors I may have exhibited last night, such as:
-Posting gibberish in the blag (entry has since been removed);
-Quoting Borat, Homestar Runner and The Office excessively and loudly;
-Demanding high fives from everyone on the floor;
-Revealing unnecessary details about my love life and other personal matters;
-Insisting that I am NOT A SLUT;
-and any other instances of yelling, singing, crawling, hugging, stumbling, swearing, giggling, and bitter ranting.

Although I would prefer to blame my actions on extreme intoxication, I accept responsibility for any annoyance, awkwardness and other forms of trouble caused by my presence in the past twenty-four hours. I have no memory of any of the above incidents, but I offer my sincerest apologies. In fact, let's get rid of any evidence it ever happened, okay? Except first, let's all cheer for Monica, who took on the highly impressive task of not only putting up with me, but taking care of me in my drunken stupor. Hooray, Monica! Fortunately for everyone it'll probably never happen again.

In other news, look at all the snow! Snow day maybe? Please...?

In other other news, we're famous! There is actual video footage of our awesome afternoon pillowfighting in Union Square, and there we are, beating each other with pillows, in all our dorkiness. In all my dorkiness, anyway. Monica is not a dork. In fact, let's thank her again for being such a good sport to her dorky roommate. Three cheers for the Monica! (The Monica? Yup.)

I think Monica wanted to write about our evening in SoHo before that bit of vodka trouble. But to give a brief recap, we went to String Street (string like yarn!) on the subway (subway, like eat fresh!) and saw the tiniest puppy and bought Little Rascals. Ohhhtay!

In other other news, don't you hate stupid jerks? I sure do. Aren't they frustrating? Yeah, they sure are.

And now it's probably time to go to bed, so I can prepare for the hard work I'll have to do tomorrow, what with living down my embarrassment and salvaging my reputation and repenting for all I put poor Monica through. After all, she's the bestest. (In fact, why didn't I think to drunk dial Monica? That would have been the hilariousest.) Anyways, a Merry Oscar Night to all, and to all a Good Night.