get your martinis here.
last night i went to a party with mattchew. it was like, 30 degrees out. i made out with some "gay" guy who wasn't even hot that goes to the bar where i frequent the entire night. it was a real bust.
matt and i bought three 40s before arriving to said party at around 9pm. we drank them on the way, and by the time we got to dover, i was shitfaced. put that in the "bad idea" category. i drank a lot of good beer tho, while i was at the party. what was good about the trip was the moon's reflection on the blackest black of the ocean. i peed on the beach and saw a couple having sex in their car. the girl had small titties. ha ha ha.
i got lost on the way home like, 45 minutes out of the way. i woke up matt shreiking and crying about how lost i was. lame.
i've decided i would like a significant other of sorts...honestly. i'm completely out of control. not that getting a boyfriend would put me under control, but i'd at least contemplate my actions prior to fulfilling them instead of going fucking balls to the wall all day, every day. i don't have anyone in mind and that really sucks. i doubt i can get one either...my reputation in these parts isn't on the squeaky clean side by no means. and besides, who wants to take care of a slutty starving artist alcoholic? exactly.
matt has locked himself in the bedroom upstairs and refuses to answer my rappings on his door. he's supposed to be helping my daddy with the barn roof today, for top dollar. kate is picking me up at 11:30 and she's going to do some photography of me for school.
the first frost was yesterday, so that means it's all downhill from here. the weather is going to get colder and colder. i'm kindof stoked on it, i can stay inside my apartment all winter.
speaking of apartment, i move in on tuesday.
matt and i bought three 40s before arriving to said party at around 9pm. we drank them on the way, and by the time we got to dover, i was shitfaced. put that in the "bad idea" category. i drank a lot of good beer tho, while i was at the party. what was good about the trip was the moon's reflection on the blackest black of the ocean. i peed on the beach and saw a couple having sex in their car. the girl had small titties. ha ha ha.
i got lost on the way home like, 45 minutes out of the way. i woke up matt shreiking and crying about how lost i was. lame.
i've decided i would like a significant other of sorts...honestly. i'm completely out of control. not that getting a boyfriend would put me under control, but i'd at least contemplate my actions prior to fulfilling them instead of going fucking balls to the wall all day, every day. i don't have anyone in mind and that really sucks. i doubt i can get one either...my reputation in these parts isn't on the squeaky clean side by no means. and besides, who wants to take care of a slutty starving artist alcoholic? exactly.
matt has locked himself in the bedroom upstairs and refuses to answer my rappings on his door. he's supposed to be helping my daddy with the barn roof today, for top dollar. kate is picking me up at 11:30 and she's going to do some photography of me for school.
the first frost was yesterday, so that means it's all downhill from here. the weather is going to get colder and colder. i'm kindof stoked on it, i can stay inside my apartment all winter.
speaking of apartment, i move in on tuesday.