375ml
of course i'd forget my camera, now that it has batteries in it.
maaaaan, if you can wake up hung over, and like, waaaaalk to a beach, that's like, alright.
you should always be on a beach if you're hung "the fuck" over.
if there was a bed on the beach, and a cute girl was in it, and i was too, then i'd
probably still be hung over, on the beach. i mean, cuz it's just a little chilly.
or maybe it's freezing and it just felt cool in my shorts and sandals cuz i was
hung over. on the beach. but i was shivering. and feeding the birds.
i'm hung over.
i think the last time i was this hung over, i hugged a trash can.
but this morning. man, it was so gross. then i made it back to my bed and tried lying down, and figured out i couldnt, and then sat up with my legs over the side just rocking back and forth.
i wanted to get up and make eggs, but its a little akward makin eggs when your grandma and her church friend are all talkin gospel up in your face, and also, you're drunk. fuckin whiskey.
good morning monterey. thank you very much for being cool. i slipped out of this house and into you like a tipsy, tired, hung over guy. i had waaaay too much fun trying not to fall off my road bike for the couple blocks to the corner store. aww hell, i'm still havin too much fun. but at least my breath smells a little better. cactus cooler and gatorade. then another block to mac d's. then across the street, to the beach. where i sat on a giant root and, shaking, ate my chee w/ extra pickles and small fry.
somewhere along the line a seagull showed up and i tossed it some bun. then a lot of other birds showed up. and how do they do that? what is birdspeak for, 'hey fuckers, come check this dude out, he's got bun!' it was in my backpack, so they couldn've just spotted it. all they see is me n' shaggy, juss chillin. maybe that was it. maybe that bird looked like i had food. okay.
phwew, that was nice. that brief interlude some are lucky enough to time themselves into i guess. i went from being hung over, to drunk again, and now that's wearing back off into hangover.
i'muh fall down over.
maaaaan, if you can wake up hung over, and like, waaaaalk to a beach, that's like, alright.
you should always be on a beach if you're hung "the fuck" over.
if there was a bed on the beach, and a cute girl was in it, and i was too, then i'd
probably still be hung over, on the beach. i mean, cuz it's just a little chilly.
or maybe it's freezing and it just felt cool in my shorts and sandals cuz i was
hung over. on the beach. but i was shivering. and feeding the birds.
i'm hung over.
i think the last time i was this hung over, i hugged a trash can.
but this morning. man, it was so gross. then i made it back to my bed and tried lying down, and figured out i couldnt, and then sat up with my legs over the side just rocking back and forth.
i wanted to get up and make eggs, but its a little akward makin eggs when your grandma and her church friend are all talkin gospel up in your face, and also, you're drunk. fuckin whiskey.
good morning monterey. thank you very much for being cool. i slipped out of this house and into you like a tipsy, tired, hung over guy. i had waaaay too much fun trying not to fall off my road bike for the couple blocks to the corner store. aww hell, i'm still havin too much fun. but at least my breath smells a little better. cactus cooler and gatorade. then another block to mac d's. then across the street, to the beach. where i sat on a giant root and, shaking, ate my chee w/ extra pickles and small fry.
somewhere along the line a seagull showed up and i tossed it some bun. then a lot of other birds showed up. and how do they do that? what is birdspeak for, 'hey fuckers, come check this dude out, he's got bun!' it was in my backpack, so they couldn've just spotted it. all they see is me n' shaggy, juss chillin. maybe that was it. maybe that bird looked like i had food. okay.
phwew, that was nice. that brief interlude some are lucky enough to time themselves into i guess. i went from being hung over, to drunk again, and now that's wearing back off into hangover.
i'muh fall down over.