I've been thinking of drinking too many drinks all by myself
But then I saw frank. Ok, lets me start at the beginning (I mean, that is what it's for).
Aight, so Eliote and I had our weekly Sick of Dumb. We collaborate on a comic, a band and also currently a short film. We meet regularly to ensure that our artistic endeavors go somewhere. So we accomplished muchly, considering that for a large portion of the beginning of the day, Zabet and frank were chillaxing in our general vicinity, but apparently, they and Airon were planning on a party later in the day. Airon went to work, the other two went out and Eliote and I were left to our own devices. Cool things happened, one of them is the minicomic we have both posted here, on LiveJournal. Check them out, please. The others include a set list we are working on to finish, so that maybe we can have something come out of the fact that we have had our guitars for so long. P.S., my guitar has five strings, and they're all too big. It's a bass.
Anyway, so we also each drank 12 cans of Dr. Pepper and Vanilla Coke, me slightly more of the pepper, of course. Then other fun things like video games and adventures with catfood and homeless men. Then Zabet had to bring frank over for fear of being with him by herself. He was drunker than anyone I have ever seen in real life. He fell down several times a minute, and vomited out half of his body weight. We put our collective foot down and told Zabet that she had to drive him home, but being unable to carry franks drunken deadweight of a body up the stairs by herself, we had to come along. I actually spent the whole time in the seat behind him, making sure he didn't fall out the window or slam his head into anything. He at various intervals held my hand like a little boy, and it was a little cute, I must admit. Ok, so then at his house, his roommate chris grabbed him up and dragged him into the house, promising to kick his ass a lot, which frank seemed to appreciate at the time. Then we went back home. I slept in a real bed and in the morning woke up to a showing of godzilla and posting the comics which we had done the night before but forgotten about. Soon we will have a website and also a communal e-mail. Until then, enjoy what you can have.
Then I wrote this entry, and had to go.
Nice DreamS
Aight, so Eliote and I had our weekly Sick of Dumb. We collaborate on a comic, a band and also currently a short film. We meet regularly to ensure that our artistic endeavors go somewhere. So we accomplished muchly, considering that for a large portion of the beginning of the day, Zabet and frank were chillaxing in our general vicinity, but apparently, they and Airon were planning on a party later in the day. Airon went to work, the other two went out and Eliote and I were left to our own devices. Cool things happened, one of them is the minicomic we have both posted here, on LiveJournal. Check them out, please. The others include a set list we are working on to finish, so that maybe we can have something come out of the fact that we have had our guitars for so long. P.S., my guitar has five strings, and they're all too big. It's a bass.
Anyway, so we also each drank 12 cans of Dr. Pepper and Vanilla Coke, me slightly more of the pepper, of course. Then other fun things like video games and adventures with catfood and homeless men. Then Zabet had to bring frank over for fear of being with him by herself. He was drunker than anyone I have ever seen in real life. He fell down several times a minute, and vomited out half of his body weight. We put our collective foot down and told Zabet that she had to drive him home, but being unable to carry franks drunken deadweight of a body up the stairs by herself, we had to come along. I actually spent the whole time in the seat behind him, making sure he didn't fall out the window or slam his head into anything. He at various intervals held my hand like a little boy, and it was a little cute, I must admit. Ok, so then at his house, his roommate chris grabbed him up and dragged him into the house, promising to kick his ass a lot, which frank seemed to appreciate at the time. Then we went back home. I slept in a real bed and in the morning woke up to a showing of godzilla and posting the comics which we had done the night before but forgotten about. Soon we will have a website and also a communal e-mail. Until then, enjoy what you can have.
Then I wrote this entry, and had to go.
Nice DreamS