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So, march was fucking long.
And, with that being said, alot of stuff happened.
It started, as most things do, with a bang.
sorta.
a night which, once again, has been forever struck from my memory.
and that's probably good
don't ever tell somebody to chug half a bottle of whichever substance. They'll probably do it. Especially if it's mike.
One thing I do remember is listening to "hey mickey" on repeat. For about 2 hours. And dancing. Oh, the dancing.
Guns were sort of a reocurring thing.
As was my total lack of sobriety.
Butters kept out-classing the rest of us, though.
It just so happens that, despite my non-vactioning, I spent most of my March on the beach.
Albiet the cold ones around here.
anywaaaays then there was becky's party.
I don't remember who this was
And then, of course, the ever so amazing morning afters:
the smudge on the lens just adds that much more charm.
yet again, a venture to the beach:
and then back to becky's
and it was really fucking foggy.
like extremely foggy.
oh long exposure.
anyways:
next weekend we played a somewhat decent sized show in a pretty big gym.
give me the antidote opened.
Ma kept it fucking street.
and sassy.
so then we played
And yeah, that following sunday was pretty boring.
Work has been really busy lately. Obviously.
walgreen's
why the fuck are you selling
horrible clothes
what
anyway, shit gets boring.
Then steph decides to throw another shindig.
the next day, yet again boring.
and yet again retardedly foggy.
the next day, of course, we went back to the beach.
the next night... beach again.
and new shoes finally.
That night, i ended up breaking my foot. Maybe.
Despite this (incredibly dumb desicion) I walked a million blocks.
and then last night was basically this after bowling.
so yeah, i'm pretty sure my foot may have a hairline fracture.
or the worst sprain in the world.
WHY IS MY WHOLE FUCKING FOOT SWOLLEN LIKE THAT
Well. I get to miss two days of work.
Maybe three depending on how shitty this gets and if it's broken.
OK BYE!