It's hilarious. Actually, it's pathetic. What a fun weekend, everything seemed to work out nicely... Much alcohol in my system and backed up pipes and vents...
My head hurts though. From the clenching...
I have two or three mountains of dirty clothes collecting in my room. Seven un-shuttable drawers and one un-shuttable closet. All in the name of partying. I seem to forget what it's like to take care of myself... but just for the weekend.
Bobette... was drinking three drinks at a time this night

Night Beats... went swimming my pool all day yesterday.

Sean's neighbor's backyard. Placentia, California

I was on the roof just behind this yard when Bob called me crying over Britt. I called Britt to hear her stupid voice atop her high horse, abusing Bob, using her, and holding a piece of chocolate cake in front of her and taking it away after she hands her the fork. Nice Britt. Grow the fuck up.
Does anybody even care? I bet you get a lot of compliments down there.

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