Have you ever awoken from a second hangover of the day sleeping binge, and realized that, more than anything, you need Fruit Loops?
What I’d do in this situation is drink 3 massive glasses of milk (it’s 1% and organic give me a break) and go back to sleep.
I’ve been severely under the alcoholic lake rat influence of the Tiffers lately. We recently discovered Red Bud Island, and have been taking the dog. It’s beautiful there, but somehow booze manages to sneak itself into our back pack, and forces us to smuggle its contraband ass in. If that’s not bad enough, in a ballsy yet successful move, far too much of it somehow slips unnoticed past our mouths, into our stomachs, inebriating us severely. I can assure you that, had we the resources or the wiles to catch this wicked perpetrator, we would. We’re doing our best.
Really quickly, let me demonstrate to you how drunk I was yesterday…
I did 2 back flips off the dock. Need I say more?
Yeah, so I hate vodka, have an unsatisfied Fruit Loop craving, and as I’m sure has been extremely noticed, I’ve been a super slacker about my blog. I’ll blame the last part on Drew. You mudda fucka.
Here is my confession.
I haven’t read a book since I’ve been back from my trip, which was February 3rd. I’ve begun to notice my faltering vocabulary. I am so ashamed.
On a happy note, I almost have enough money to go to England and visit Joey da Briz, first and foremost, and Martynez and B if she’ll have me since I suck at keeping up with correspondence, and maybe James and Rachel if I can make it up north to wherever they live. It’s funny, because when I’m thinking that it’ll be such a long journey to get up north, and oh geez will I be able to afford it, I always forget that England is roughly the size of Houston. That’s Filarious.
I’ll probably be going mid June. Holla! I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying. Maybe 3 weeks. Longer if I’m able to work there.
Also, on another happy note, I’ve recently come back into contact with a couple of good friends with whom I had, in one case, had a falling out with, and in the other case, just kind of let the relationship atrophy. So, amends have been, or are in the process of being made, and I think that’s just swell.
I think I have pink eye.
Here are the signs:
My eye is pink.
So don’t fuck with me or I’ll look at you. Seriously.
OMG I so totally don’t even care about writing at the moment.
What I’d do in this situation is drink 3 massive glasses of milk (it’s 1% and organic give me a break) and go back to sleep.
I’ve been severely under the alcoholic lake rat influence of the Tiffers lately. We recently discovered Red Bud Island, and have been taking the dog. It’s beautiful there, but somehow booze manages to sneak itself into our back pack, and forces us to smuggle its contraband ass in. If that’s not bad enough, in a ballsy yet successful move, far too much of it somehow slips unnoticed past our mouths, into our stomachs, inebriating us severely. I can assure you that, had we the resources or the wiles to catch this wicked perpetrator, we would. We’re doing our best.
Really quickly, let me demonstrate to you how drunk I was yesterday…
I did 2 back flips off the dock. Need I say more?
Yeah, so I hate vodka, have an unsatisfied Fruit Loop craving, and as I’m sure has been extremely noticed, I’ve been a super slacker about my blog. I’ll blame the last part on Drew. You mudda fucka.
Here is my confession.
I haven’t read a book since I’ve been back from my trip, which was February 3rd. I’ve begun to notice my faltering vocabulary. I am so ashamed.
On a happy note, I almost have enough money to go to England and visit Joey da Briz, first and foremost, and Martynez and B if she’ll have me since I suck at keeping up with correspondence, and maybe James and Rachel if I can make it up north to wherever they live. It’s funny, because when I’m thinking that it’ll be such a long journey to get up north, and oh geez will I be able to afford it, I always forget that England is roughly the size of Houston. That’s Filarious.
I’ll probably be going mid June. Holla! I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying. Maybe 3 weeks. Longer if I’m able to work there.
Also, on another happy note, I’ve recently come back into contact with a couple of good friends with whom I had, in one case, had a falling out with, and in the other case, just kind of let the relationship atrophy. So, amends have been, or are in the process of being made, and I think that’s just swell.
I think I have pink eye.
Here are the signs:
My eye is pink.
So don’t fuck with me or I’ll look at you. Seriously.
OMG I so totally don’t even care about writing at the moment.
p.s. Incomplete photo data. Sorry. Internet sucks.
1 comment:
This sounds like an interesting new place and the puppy looks so happy out in the wild. Sorry if i gave you pause to writing your blog... It was not intended. Give me a call when you want to hang out since I have basically given up on you returning my messages.
Take care.
-Drew
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