well, well, well
Live 105 is playing portishead right now, WTF?
My birthday was both terrible and delightful.
I cried before noon for no reason at all.
I spent most of the day with Matt.
Brandon cooked 15 of us the most amazing dinner. Too bad some of my friends came to dinner coked up so they decided not to eat. Then, they decided that they didn't want to help pay our $400 tab, so my dad had to pay for the whole thing, then I paid him back. Paying for your own birthday dinner, thats awesome, thanks guys! Oh, and then everything I had planned for after dinner was vetoed by everyone because they all wanted to go do drugs...cool. I tried to go and hang out with everyone after dinner, but I was just so bummed out that I didn't care and I didn't say much at all. Just a lot of sitting on the sofa with a what the fuck look in my eyes. Matt and I sat there majority of the hour we were there just feeling out of place. We had some molly, but it didn't do much to enhance the mood.
Lately I feel like the only reason people still call is because they know I have good drug connections. Is that by any means grounds for calling me your friend, or for that matter, you mine?
Yesterday was probably the best day of this entire year. Ventured to every gallery in San Francisco that I wanted to see. Aside from Minna, closed...BOO!
My birthday was both terrible and delightful.
I cried before noon for no reason at all.
I spent most of the day with Matt.
Brandon cooked 15 of us the most amazing dinner. Too bad some of my friends came to dinner coked up so they decided not to eat. Then, they decided that they didn't want to help pay our $400 tab, so my dad had to pay for the whole thing, then I paid him back. Paying for your own birthday dinner, thats awesome, thanks guys! Oh, and then everything I had planned for after dinner was vetoed by everyone because they all wanted to go do drugs...cool. I tried to go and hang out with everyone after dinner, but I was just so bummed out that I didn't care and I didn't say much at all. Just a lot of sitting on the sofa with a what the fuck look in my eyes. Matt and I sat there majority of the hour we were there just feeling out of place. We had some molly, but it didn't do much to enhance the mood.
Lately I feel like the only reason people still call is because they know I have good drug connections. Is that by any means grounds for calling me your friend, or for that matter, you mine?
Yesterday was probably the best day of this entire year. Ventured to every gallery in San Francisco that I wanted to see. Aside from Minna, closed...BOO!