sex, drugs, rock, roll and picnics
tuesday, too good day. some sex, some drugs, rock and roll and a great picnic. marissa and i marched around the grocery store picking this and that, until we collectively hunted down entire sandwiches, pita chips and hummus. plus some cream soda. i've got a rockstar i can't decide what to do with, i mean it is tuesday and occasionally shit doesn't go down on tuesdays, but if i want to continue the rockstar life style i must imbibe and overcome the sleepiness that comes with quite a few blunts, food and naps in the park. if i want to lay down and go to sleep i will continue as i'm going.
i need a book of chords for the guitar.
i'm going to start one of the projects i have set up for myself.
sometimes getting sex is like asking a crack dealer for two dollars to buy crack.
cuddling is good. streaking through the park at night when it's 40 degrees outside is better, especially when a spa is at the end of the trip. the return trip is not as promising.
i love crack.
i need a book of chords for the guitar.
i'm going to start one of the projects i have set up for myself.
sometimes getting sex is like asking a crack dealer for two dollars to buy crack.
cuddling is good. streaking through the park at night when it's 40 degrees outside is better, especially when a spa is at the end of the trip. the return trip is not as promising.
i love crack.