Brrrrrr
So today was pretty great. Worked, which went by fairly quick. Had a discussion with Travis about people in the kitchen, how they do things, why they do it, the politics of it, and all that. It was pretty weird.
Got off. Went to Adrianne's. We fell asleep for like... 2 hours. Made dinner while listening to some creepy, terrible, scrawny vacuum salesman. And then movies. Headed out, went up to Dana's for the party that Kris was pestering me to go to. Nothing really exciting. Weed, beer, and cards. And me with my Mountain dew, throwing caps at Kris. I smell like weed. Gross.
I think theres a 90% chance I'll get bitched at when I wake up. For being out late and for certain worried girlfriends whom I heart a lot calling to see if I'm home tell my parents where I am. Oh well. I work a lot, I pay taxes, I'm over 18, I should be allowed to go out once in a while without phoning home. I spend enough damn time in this place.
I love you Adrianne and you really need to be here right now because I'm lonely and frigid.
Oh, and new PC is getting built this week. With dual LCD hawtness. w00t.
Oh mac, we hardly knew ye.
~Chris
Got off. Went to Adrianne's. We fell asleep for like... 2 hours. Made dinner while listening to some creepy, terrible, scrawny vacuum salesman. And then movies. Headed out, went up to Dana's for the party that Kris was pestering me to go to. Nothing really exciting. Weed, beer, and cards. And me with my Mountain dew, throwing caps at Kris. I smell like weed. Gross.
I think theres a 90% chance I'll get bitched at when I wake up. For being out late and for certain worried girlfriends whom I heart a lot calling to see if I'm home tell my parents where I am. Oh well. I work a lot, I pay taxes, I'm over 18, I should be allowed to go out once in a while without phoning home. I spend enough damn time in this place.
I love you Adrianne and you really need to be here right now because I'm lonely and frigid.
Oh, and new PC is getting built this week. With dual LCD hawtness. w00t.
Oh mac, we hardly knew ye.
~Chris