macaulay culkin
what a fucking name.
tonight, i laughed out loud at myself, because i am pretty sure i was pulling what my dad loves to call, "a home alone." in my first "on your own" sort of place, i recently got stoned, and decided that the choice way to spend the evening would be thus:
watching sabrina the teenage witch and x-files offline, i decide to make a snack: i laugh because i catch myself carefully carrying a bowl of unhealthy cereal, a jar of peanut butter, caramel ice cream sauce, some ice cream butterfinger topping and a beer back to the living room. i thought to myself, "if i did this at home, there would be no question of whether im high. thats like wearing a weed pride flag. but guess what: im home alone in my own apartment and i had this awesome, "i can do whud i want, bitches" three year old inner child spring up. hooray! hooray for beer! hooray for surf the channel! hooray for life! roflcopters but no, seriously. who the hell named that kid?
tonight, i laughed out loud at myself, because i am pretty sure i was pulling what my dad loves to call, "a home alone." in my first "on your own" sort of place, i recently got stoned, and decided that the choice way to spend the evening would be thus:
watching sabrina the teenage witch and x-files offline, i decide to make a snack: i laugh because i catch myself carefully carrying a bowl of unhealthy cereal, a jar of peanut butter, caramel ice cream sauce, some ice cream butterfinger topping and a beer back to the living room. i thought to myself, "if i did this at home, there would be no question of whether im high. thats like wearing a weed pride flag. but guess what: im home alone in my own apartment and i had this awesome, "i can do whud i want, bitches" three year old inner child spring up. hooray! hooray for beer! hooray for surf the channel! hooray for life! roflcopters but no, seriously. who the hell named that kid?