I Want Some Vanilla Ice!

Hello there, sexuals! I am so effing hungover right now and I feel I just want to type how I feel but I also want to care about my grammar and correct punctuation because it bothers the shit out of me. That was a run-on sentence and also, "effing" is a word because there's no red squiggly line below it. Anyway, putting my OCD aside, last night was just a good night out with a couple of friends. We went to see 'That's My Boy', which by the way was fucking funny as fuck! I actually underestimated this movie but I really don't know why. Happy Madison Productions never fails! And Vanilla Ice himself... Whoof! He is so fucking hot! If you haven't seen it yet, you really have to get your stupid ass to the theater and watch it. And then my friend Jay and I went to the bar at Jackastors and ordered a tall, fat glass of mango and raspberry Icebergs which were actually pretty good coming from a person who isn't fond of alcohol (I've never been drunk before) because it tastes so fucking nasty. Like I don't understand how people can tolerate the taste of this shit of a drink and enjoy being drunk when knowing you're going to have the worst feeling when you wake up. LOL I think that's just me. So anyway, we stayed out until late talking about life and boys and Jay's boy drama and I guess we reached home around 3o'clock  in the morning and now here I am with huge ass fucking headache. I honestly don't know what's going on with me lately? I think because I am single now, I have more time to myself and I get really bored of it and that's why I'm trying new things like trying to get drunk. Oh boy, rereading that was more depressing than it was actually supposed to sound.

Honestly it tasted like beer and a just a bit of raspberry here and there.