Sunday, March 23, 2008
oh, all these people in my life, they seem so in love. well i am not. memorizing my shoes in a cigarette shop.
just about thursday.
and saturday.
thursday.
after work i went home and felt under the weather.
but i ended up going to le hookah with paul darren kris.
blah blah blah
darren is LITERALLY the funniest person alive.
he was kind of frogged.
so he kept saranading me with some chris brown song on the drive down.
when we got there, it wasnt toooo crowded.
but it was an alright scene.
me and kris are so lolz.
a bunch of guys were walking by and holding drinks.
we literally grabbed the drinks out of their hands.
[shots, i think]
and down the hatch, they went.
saw nikki.
and she was there with catherine.
saw irene.
im sure i saw many people.
so
what makes me like myself sometimes is my ability to pick the biggest winner in the bar.
some guy with a windbreaker.
glasses.
camera.
but not in a hipster scum way, in an astrology club way.
ahh.
i was hitting on him forever.
then
i met some guy.
gave him hannahs phone number.
lol i dont know why.
and yeah.
we left darren there bc we were all too intoxicated to know what planet we wre on.
i think we went to pauls.
[blacked out ahhh]
then to kriss.
sexy dance in le undies
watched the illusionist.
dont know.
woke up.
after this mess.
and went to borders.
got a bunch of books.
some keourac . capote. some book called 'knifeboy'
a journal.
a bob dylan and arcade fire laser disc.
now for saturday.
i slept all day.
woke up.
calle dmy lover.
thennn
charles came and picked us up.
we went to his place.
and pAArtyed all night.
who the HELL knows what happend.
i think it was a good time.
tooooo much voooodka.
AHHH.
woke up like a crack head.
then went to kris who was in another room.
she wanted breakfast in bed.
so charles cooked her a treat.
went back to sleep.
some boy named justin drove us home.
now i am starving to death.
and going to search for some scraps.
need to go tanning.
need to stop being an idiot jerk.
and saturday.
thursday.
after work i went home and felt under the weather.
but i ended up going to le hookah with paul darren kris.
blah blah blah
darren is LITERALLY the funniest person alive.
he was kind of frogged.
so he kept saranading me with some chris brown song on the drive down.
when we got there, it wasnt toooo crowded.
but it was an alright scene.
me and kris are so lolz.
a bunch of guys were walking by and holding drinks.
we literally grabbed the drinks out of their hands.
[shots, i think]
and down the hatch, they went.
saw nikki.
and she was there with catherine.
saw irene.
im sure i saw many people.
so
what makes me like myself sometimes is my ability to pick the biggest winner in the bar.
some guy with a windbreaker.
glasses.
camera.
but not in a hipster scum way, in an astrology club way.
ahh.
i was hitting on him forever.
then
i met some guy.
gave him hannahs phone number.
lol i dont know why.
and yeah.
we left darren there bc we were all too intoxicated to know what planet we wre on.
i think we went to pauls.
[blacked out ahhh]
then to kriss.
sexy dance in le undies
watched the illusionist.
dont know.
woke up.
after this mess.
and went to borders.
got a bunch of books.
some keourac . capote. some book called 'knifeboy'
a journal.
a bob dylan and arcade fire laser disc.
now for saturday.
i slept all day.
woke up.
calle dmy lover.
thennn
charles came and picked us up.
we went to his place.
and pAArtyed all night.
who the HELL knows what happend.
i think it was a good time.
tooooo much voooodka.
AHHH.
woke up like a crack head.
then went to kris who was in another room.
she wanted breakfast in bed.
so charles cooked her a treat.
went back to sleep.
some boy named justin drove us home.
now i am starving to death.
and going to search for some scraps.
need to go tanning.
need to stop being an idiot jerk.