COMFY ESTA
I wouldn't call this a drunk entry. But I am up late drinking a beer. Not drunk. Just bored.
The house that I have loved living in for the past year will soon no longer be a part of my life. No more Egan Street, no more weed-selling roommates, no more hot tub in the back yard, no more having former hippie neighbors, NO MORE ANDREW CLYDE OH SHIT. It's been a memorable year to say the least.
BUT BUT BUT. I am moving in with another d00d named Austin and two fellas named Matthew. And we have this pretty sweet pad lined up (it has all sorts of street cred already). If the name situation sounds confusing to you, don't worry, both the Matt's look similar, and the other Austin is a tall, brunette, skinny white guy, so it's quite easy to figure out who's who. Pictures of aforementioned boys below.
I am still working the same B.S. job, and I say that only because the money I have made there this summer is basically nothing compared to the cash I got there during the school year. It's a cool place to work, but my pockets have been the complete opposite of full this summer.
Just got done watching this great documentary called In Pot We Trust. If you have any doubts about marijuana's abilities as a medicinal drug, please watch it. This country and especially its drug policies are a fucking joke.
Matthew Koons. Enough said.
Matthew Orr. Call him Bill.
Austin Brown. I promise he doesn't really paint rooms to coordinate with his shirts. This just happened.
Meeeeeeee. At my friend Rayne's (the gal above me) zombie-themed birthday bash.
August 1 cannot come soon enough.
The house that I have loved living in for the past year will soon no longer be a part of my life. No more Egan Street, no more weed-selling roommates, no more hot tub in the back yard, no more having former hippie neighbors, NO MORE ANDREW CLYDE OH SHIT. It's been a memorable year to say the least.
BUT BUT BUT. I am moving in with another d00d named Austin and two fellas named Matthew. And we have this pretty sweet pad lined up (it has all sorts of street cred already). If the name situation sounds confusing to you, don't worry, both the Matt's look similar, and the other Austin is a tall, brunette, skinny white guy, so it's quite easy to figure out who's who. Pictures of aforementioned boys below.
I am still working the same B.S. job, and I say that only because the money I have made there this summer is basically nothing compared to the cash I got there during the school year. It's a cool place to work, but my pockets have been the complete opposite of full this summer.
Just got done watching this great documentary called In Pot We Trust. If you have any doubts about marijuana's abilities as a medicinal drug, please watch it. This country and especially its drug policies are a fucking joke.
Matthew Koons. Enough said.
Matthew Orr. Call him Bill.
Austin Brown. I promise he doesn't really paint rooms to coordinate with his shirts. This just happened.
Meeeeeeee. At my friend Rayne's (the gal above me) zombie-themed birthday bash.
August 1 cannot come soon enough.