Tuesday
Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
Well, it's been a long weekend that's finally coming to a close. I've managed to be headlong in a half gallon of whiskey for the better part of it, and have become mildly retarded at times. Today I'm laying off the sauce, as I can hear work calling for me to wake up and get ready for school from the edges of my subconscious. Major plans for my last day of memorial vacationing include going to Todai as well as to the new Coldstone off Hawthorne. I haven't been to a Coldstone since I was eighteen or nineteen, and I sincerely hope it's as good as I remember. Everytime I think back on good ice cream, Coldstone drifts to the forefront of my recollections. But the only one that I knew of was out in B.F.-Tanasbourne. Up until recently, wherein they practically open one in my back yard.
Drugs.
Nice segway, eh? Let's talk about drugs, as last nite I was on several of them. The naughty kinds, not Advil Cold and Sinus. Rebecca and Adam came over, bringing with them several kinds of illicit delights for "artistic inspiration". The idea was to attain a state of mind where shiny things are super awesome, and then paint something. Now, unless you count kindergarten, I have never painted. I don't know anything about techniques or brushes, and the only color I can mix is vomit. With that said, I do feel that I painted one item that was kind of bitchin', but it's still in the basement and I haven't checked out anything sober. So, once I get off my butt and take pictures of our paintings, please click on the dancing fatty to see more.
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
Well, it's been a long weekend that's finally coming to a close. I've managed to be headlong in a half gallon of whiskey for the better part of it, and have become mildly retarded at times. Today I'm laying off the sauce, as I can hear work calling for me to wake up and get ready for school from the edges of my subconscious. Major plans for my last day of memorial vacationing include going to Todai as well as to the new Coldstone off Hawthorne. I haven't been to a Coldstone since I was eighteen or nineteen, and I sincerely hope it's as good as I remember. Everytime I think back on good ice cream, Coldstone drifts to the forefront of my recollections. But the only one that I knew of was out in B.F.-Tanasbourne. Up until recently, wherein they practically open one in my back yard.
Drugs.
Nice segway, eh? Let's talk about drugs, as last nite I was on several of them. The naughty kinds, not Advil Cold and Sinus. Rebecca and Adam came over, bringing with them several kinds of illicit delights for "artistic inspiration". The idea was to attain a state of mind where shiny things are super awesome, and then paint something. Now, unless you count kindergarten, I have never painted. I don't know anything about techniques or brushes, and the only color I can mix is vomit. With that said, I do feel that I painted one item that was kind of bitchin', but it's still in the basement and I haven't checked out anything sober. So, once I get off my butt and take pictures of our paintings, please click on the dancing fatty to see more.
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