hallo all
funny story.
So tonight I switched shifts for my friend Emmy, who was at the beach with her friends and wanted to have a few extra hours there. She promises to bring me a brownie from the beach, since that's what they were doing. She walks in at five and is like, "i got your brownie."
Fast forward to 7.30. it's slow and we're bored as hell. the manager working with us is chill, and we're like, hey tristan, we're going to go eat this brownie. He's like, cool.
Fast forward to 9.15ish. we're getting ready to close up, and Emmy and I are high like kites, practically fucking singing to each other as we close up. Tristan's like, you guys are such idiots, but he's laughing at us.
Then who should walk in but the owner of the joint, the one i've referenced before as the anti-christ.
Emmy+Me: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT
Being stoned actually helped me to talk to her. generally i feel awkward and uncomfortable when we try to make conversation, and one would think that being stoned only makes it worse, but today it was actually ok.
So I have a huge crush on my english/writing professor. you laugh, but I am calculating ways to get into his pants. Knowledge is so, so sexy. especially when he's got that dark intense straight-into-your-eyes stare. that distinguished salt-and-pepper hair. long and messy. especially when he's quoting conrad and yeats. He sets my young loins a-quiver.
So tonight I switched shifts for my friend Emmy, who was at the beach with her friends and wanted to have a few extra hours there. She promises to bring me a brownie from the beach, since that's what they were doing. She walks in at five and is like, "i got your brownie."
Fast forward to 7.30. it's slow and we're bored as hell. the manager working with us is chill, and we're like, hey tristan, we're going to go eat this brownie. He's like, cool.
Fast forward to 9.15ish. we're getting ready to close up, and Emmy and I are high like kites, practically fucking singing to each other as we close up. Tristan's like, you guys are such idiots, but he's laughing at us.
Then who should walk in but the owner of the joint, the one i've referenced before as the anti-christ.
Emmy+Me: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT
Being stoned actually helped me to talk to her. generally i feel awkward and uncomfortable when we try to make conversation, and one would think that being stoned only makes it worse, but today it was actually ok.
So I have a huge crush on my english/writing professor. you laugh, but I am calculating ways to get into his pants. Knowledge is so, so sexy. especially when he's got that dark intense straight-into-your-eyes stare. that distinguished salt-and-pepper hair. long and messy. especially when he's quoting conrad and yeats. He sets my young loins a-quiver.