Between the cocaine and the sex and your bank account full of daddy's checks...
One thing I like about Bard is that after you come back it's exactly the same as when you left it. I smoked hookah for the first time. I know. You're all like, "What? You haven't done that already?" No. I haven't. It was alright. I realized that I can blow smoke rings with enough concentration.
As I drove back to Annandale from Rochester along Route 90 and then 87, I became slightly confused when the Google map directions didn't exactly match the trajectory I was headed in. This feeling subsequently turned into disgruntlement when I realized that I had not crossed the Hudson, but was traveling south along its bank not knowing how I would get across. I finally caved and bought a cheap map of Ulster County in a "Cigarette Store" to relocate myself. My car, despite my having added two witty stickers to its bumper, is now covered in an ugly layer of salt from those bastard New York roads. The whole drive it was sunny and beautiful and I was wondering what would have been so wrong with salt-less roads.
I spent several hours arranging my new single and I am proud to say that it now looks livable, although my rug isn't the embodiment of immaculacy. I swear that's a real word. I forwent eating a proper dinner in favor of snacking on vegan treats. I can't believe how fucking good dairy-free chocolate tastes. Classes start tomorrow. Japan a gogo. I should go grocery shopping. And to the gym. Wish me luck.
P.S. Details later on potential weekends for visiting my friends in New England.
As I drove back to Annandale from Rochester along Route 90 and then 87, I became slightly confused when the Google map directions didn't exactly match the trajectory I was headed in. This feeling subsequently turned into disgruntlement when I realized that I had not crossed the Hudson, but was traveling south along its bank not knowing how I would get across. I finally caved and bought a cheap map of Ulster County in a "Cigarette Store" to relocate myself. My car, despite my having added two witty stickers to its bumper, is now covered in an ugly layer of salt from those bastard New York roads. The whole drive it was sunny and beautiful and I was wondering what would have been so wrong with salt-less roads.
I spent several hours arranging my new single and I am proud to say that it now looks livable, although my rug isn't the embodiment of immaculacy. I swear that's a real word. I forwent eating a proper dinner in favor of snacking on vegan treats. I can't believe how fucking good dairy-free chocolate tastes. Classes start tomorrow. Japan a gogo. I should go grocery shopping. And to the gym. Wish me luck.
P.S. Details later on potential weekends for visiting my friends in New England.