To people from last night: I'm not internationally known, but I'd like to see your picture phones
Mmmm
...drinking
....debachury
.....(edited for content)
......crippling hangover
Yep, a hell of a good night. Random quote from the night: So like, 151 is bad, right? (randomly inserted rap lyric: I smoked more trees than Sonny) Elijah Borkwood, you are my hero.
Alright, time to make sense.
Is it wrong to be in love with a cardboard box full of jackets and cheap liquor? And if it is, is it ok to just be friends with said box of liquor? And if both of them are wrong, what is right in this soap-sudded, squeeky clean work-a-day world? The jackets I could take or leave, they are just there to keep the liquor bottles from breaking. But I feel a sense of power when I carry that cardboard box from the trunk of my car into a room, like how Indiana Jones must have felt when he carried a precious relic in a cardboard box, which may or may not have also contained several of his jackets.
To any of you who are weary about doing the same exact sin induced, alcoholic, thing tonight by injecting another uber dose of toxins into our systems, I have to ask if you have any idea what fun is.
Lyrics that describe my mood:
I alone am the one you don't know you need take heed feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close
sink when you get close, tie me to the bed post
...drinking
....debachury
.....(edited for content)
......crippling hangover
Yep, a hell of a good night. Random quote from the night: So like, 151 is bad, right? (randomly inserted rap lyric: I smoked more trees than Sonny) Elijah Borkwood, you are my hero.
Alright, time to make sense.
Is it wrong to be in love with a cardboard box full of jackets and cheap liquor? And if it is, is it ok to just be friends with said box of liquor? And if both of them are wrong, what is right in this soap-sudded, squeeky clean work-a-day world? The jackets I could take or leave, they are just there to keep the liquor bottles from breaking. But I feel a sense of power when I carry that cardboard box from the trunk of my car into a room, like how Indiana Jones must have felt when he carried a precious relic in a cardboard box, which may or may not have also contained several of his jackets.
To any of you who are weary about doing the same exact sin induced, alcoholic, thing tonight by injecting another uber dose of toxins into our systems, I have to ask if you have any idea what fun is.
Lyrics that describe my mood:
I alone am the one you don't know you need take heed feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close
sink when you get close, tie me to the bed post