i hate to admit it, but
this show really sort of blew. thats why it looks like i could eat a whole infant in that photo. and cus i was a waste-case.
whooaaaa i am treating my body so bad these days. my hand got crunched when i fell on the floor at crystal castles and bled everywhere, my favorite boots and jeans are ruined and my hand is all chopped up and unusably covered in band-aids. and i have a disgust-o cough and i've been droppin' them dollars like its my job. i almost puked last night but i saved myself by dancing so i didn't have to try too hard to stand. and i got free pizza. today i am smoking weed, cleaning our fridge that smells like death and taking care of the wee mouse that finally stumbled accorss our glue-trap (suckaa!) then i am convincing myself not to go out because i've been spending the dough like serious i swear. i have to save it for pitchers and half priced wings at sunday-funday and (hopefully) pitchers and those stellar wings at sneaky dees with the really next level dude i met last night at the boat. i got so much action in the coat corner, i don't even know what to say. should i make pancakes, french toast, eggs or oatmeal on this hangover morning?