My brain is bleeding.
Toronto was awesome and I love tambourine man. I met Beirut! Some asians took pictures of us even through I tried to avoid it. I jumped into the air mid sentence and landed face down on the sidewalk, not even I know why. Some dudes liked Kate's style. The Cameron House hated us and cigarettes were my saviors. A soccer player invited us to a party. I stole a pineapple and Drew bought a pumpkin for a dollar...they were smashed. Grant and Kody keep our thankyou notes on the fridgerator, ahh, sniff, puff, pass.
Friends Thanksgiving was bomb-diggity. One conversation between P.j., Jay-Mike and I spawned over the entire night...something to do with naked football on sundays.
"Say what you wanna say and hang for your hallow ways" first one to figure out what song those lyrics are from wins a drink. This is a pathetic attempt to get more comments.
Laura's birthday is tonight and Lisa's tomorrow. Happy birthday friends!
I want botox in my armpits so I can wear grey n shit.
I want an ant to name Alfredo.
I want to paint murals and compose tunes.
I miss Morgan. She has a mind like a steel trap-- and a mouth, heart, and vagina to match.
Word!