the shape of my free (well, relatively) time

[ineptsleep]

3 day old pizza. somehow making cupcakes in a kitchen that contains only; 3 plates, a fork, trashbags, 4 bottles of booze and a bottle of bleach(conveniently shelved together), a halpack of natty, and frozen hotwings. ripped version of the wedding crashers. a drunken voicemail of brandon "hey baby"-ing (yes, he said those words, as well as "no, dont go in the alley") and hiccoughing, played repeatedly at random intervals through the evening. tripping over where adam decided to cut his carpet in half and tear it up the other night. diving off of couches onto peoples feet only to be drug across the floor, or maybe chase into a corner said feet.

AND somehow getting an entire block survey - 43 houses, 9 vacant lots - completed.

1211 light st, huzzah.