so let me tell you guys a little story about my boring day yesterday that turned into a psychotic nightmare in my own head basically all of yesterday was really really boring i even woke up super late so i would not have to be cognizant of my boring day then i saw a sonics commercial so i had to go get some fuckin sonics. then i decided i would have some type of social stimulation so that led to me buying a cheap bottle of vodka some expensive ass oj and mountain dew and mike got some bud lite and we hung out by the pool with sean the lesbian and some black guy that looked like this famous guy but i cannot remember who anymore i hate my brain. i was doing okay with the orangevodjuicekas aka screwdrivers then i went to pee and came back out and was informed that black-glasses-guy had a blunt so i was like sweet guess i am getting faded tonight and so i did. and it felt good for a little while and i thought maybe i should keep smoking but i didnt because i probably have amazing foresight and then i stood up to move seats and realized i was straight stoned so i sat there stupidly for what felt like a thousand years smoking the same cigarette i think but it probably was not only one cigarette because i am missing a lot from the case. i thought everyone out there was staring at me but i never actually caught anybody staring oh and i could not stop thinking about big lurch probably because last time i got high i was with sarah and i think that was when i decided to tell her the story about big lurch eating a lung and she tweaked out i am such a great friend.
finally i could not take it anymore and came back inside and scoffed down the rest of my sonics food and swore on my grave i would buy kfc today which is whack because i dont eat fried chicken and dont respect kfc but apparently i was impervious to my own voice of reason and wrote myself a note KFC SLAW MASHED TATRS <3 <3 i am not buying fucking kfc.
daniel and beida were going to come down for the weekend from california but i guess that is not happening so that really sucks. oh and mike and i built magical pillow forts this morning i think i may secretly be seven years old.
je dois y aller maintenant
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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