The four horsemen of indulgence
I leave for BT in exactly one month. One month!! That's rediculous. I've got one month to turn it up a notch and I'll be very dissapointed indeed if I remember any of this in a month. That's right, I've got four weeks left. So, for exactly one of each weekend, I'll be getting a different kind of completely fucked up for the whole weekend through. Last week (Yes, not part of this month, I know. I cheated.), I went camping. And what is a good camping trip without a good quarter ounce of green? Needless to say, I was definitely at that illusive zen. This weekend is prom weekend. We've got two kegs and enough vodka to fill a tub. This weekend is the horseman of alchohol. Next weekend is the horseman of magic mushrooms, which just got into town. I'm ordering two eigths. The weekend after that, who knows? I'll probobly be chugging robotussin. Anyways, after the four horsemen, as you all know, is the appokolypse. I'll se you there.