THIS SHIT IS BANANAS, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
along with the melancholy of the end of high school classes, came celebration.
numerous cans of sparks and sleepless hours.
i've awoken bruised and vomitory but ready to dress in my whale-print raincoat and sip lots of apple tea.
there is nothing better than waking up to all yr friends after a crazy night and recalling all its moments (emma running in, spilling all the tostitos yelling about some finland vodka./patrick consuming an entire tub of cookies/ mysterious blood on the bathroom floor/ bad santa/ etc etc).
by far the best of moments was our late night serenade. drunkenly devin plays 'tylenol and wet dreams' with a poker piece, while stein and i sang its verses.
brooklyn woke up to tell us it was beautiful, kevin, on the other hand, told us it was complete shit.
this weather is pretty foggy and wet but perfect to be under a blanket next to brooklyn reading gossip magazines.
jon stewart on michael jackson's chronic back pain- "would maybe his back not hurt if he fondled taller people?"
speaking of my recent turning eighteen year old kindred spirit- brooklyn. i drunkenly bawled my eyes out last night for the distance between us next year and the likeliness of my heart drying up without her. so yes, sorry for the individuals that caught that ten minute drift last night.
if i were an attractive man, i'd dress just like alfie.
time for friendlys with the returning peruvian princess because grease is always my solution to morning after sickness, see you all tonight!
numerous cans of sparks and sleepless hours.
i've awoken bruised and vomitory but ready to dress in my whale-print raincoat and sip lots of apple tea.
there is nothing better than waking up to all yr friends after a crazy night and recalling all its moments (emma running in, spilling all the tostitos yelling about some finland vodka./patrick consuming an entire tub of cookies/ mysterious blood on the bathroom floor/ bad santa/ etc etc).
by far the best of moments was our late night serenade. drunkenly devin plays 'tylenol and wet dreams' with a poker piece, while stein and i sang its verses.
brooklyn woke up to tell us it was beautiful, kevin, on the other hand, told us it was complete shit.
this weather is pretty foggy and wet but perfect to be under a blanket next to brooklyn reading gossip magazines.
jon stewart on michael jackson's chronic back pain- "would maybe his back not hurt if he fondled taller people?"
speaking of my recent turning eighteen year old kindred spirit- brooklyn. i drunkenly bawled my eyes out last night for the distance between us next year and the likeliness of my heart drying up without her. so yes, sorry for the individuals that caught that ten minute drift last night.
if i were an attractive man, i'd dress just like alfie.
time for friendlys with the returning peruvian princess because grease is always my solution to morning after sickness, see you all tonight!