Mommy and Daddy Are In the Poconos
My friend Lane and I spent a nice evening together. He thought he saw a dead body in the back of an old van. He screamed.
We went sled riding downtown.
Then we got bad coffee and ham and cheese sandwiches at a diner downtown. Such is life.
Original plan to get wasted at some silly college house. Scratched it. Home alone. Smoked up. My boyfriend ignored my phone calls all night. Tea-induced paranoia lead me to believe he was either:
a. Dead
b. Mortally Wounded
c. Ignoring me
So it goes.
Enjoy your Sunday.