L.A X
(subject by my good friends at big d and the kids table) sooo yeah pretty fun weekend hung out with the crew ( not the rowing kind the friendly kind)did some consuming and all that good stuff. i got some food for fernando who is my pet chameleon. he does all the stuff chameleons do. he can change colors, he can look all over the place with his cool eyes, and coolest of all he has a prehensile tail. so yeah all of this is rather exciting. well at least i didnt get drunk and then decide we should go to vermont this weekend. it seems like i always want to do something crazy when im drunk though. but thats usually half the fun. we played multiple games of beer pong, and my team kicked ass of course my team was me and sam. sam brewer for all of you who dont know has been friends with me since the second grade. ah yes sam and i go way back and are still going today. hehehehe that just sounds funny. i started reading a book by carl sagan today so far its pretty sweet. its called pale blue dot, its all about human life after earth, like what planets could be inhabitable and stuff like that its pretty awesome though. and i guess that kind of leads me to the here and now, im just chilling out in my room watching the nick at nite modern classic, wings. its totally awesome if you like shows about airports. alright im going to go to bed i think.
peace out trousser trouts
and fuck all of your deceiving
what is your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?
and all the girls you lay on your mat
are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at
and fuck your fucking fake ass world
and all your handed out fucking thrills
some of us, we have to work hard
just to get our little part
and maybe your clan lives right in Boston
but my friends are fucking awesome
and we'll keep on doing our best
even though our lives are a mess
and we go:
will this check support this tour?
will this tour lose my job?
without my job, where's the rent?
should we all just call it quits?
and dinner dates sure cost a lot
when 28 bucks is all you got
and your life is at a stop
and all your dreams are all self-taught
peace out trousser trouts
and fuck all of your deceiving
what is your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?
and all the girls you lay on your mat
are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at
and fuck your fucking fake ass world
and all your handed out fucking thrills
some of us, we have to work hard
just to get our little part
and maybe your clan lives right in Boston
but my friends are fucking awesome
and we'll keep on doing our best
even though our lives are a mess
and we go:
will this check support this tour?
will this tour lose my job?
without my job, where's the rent?
should we all just call it quits?
and dinner dates sure cost a lot
when 28 bucks is all you got
and your life is at a stop
and all your dreams are all self-taught