Good, It Did It Nice And Twice

It's weird hanging out with people you wouldn't be expected to hang out with.

But who doesn't love cow hand puppets, vibrating cock rings and Super Mario Bros.?

Some people also look good in red shirts.



I need to clean my room tomorrow.

You Kids Are In Luck, I Have My Car Here

David, Caitlin and I went to the city yesterday and met up with Nige Vagige.
I turned into a hipster, had a milkshake, walked walked and walked and got told I wasn't allowed to sleep over Nigel's.

Which might have been a good thing seeing as how our trip back was full of stupidness and I wouldn't have been able to do it by myself.

Right rail, wrong train, stupid conductor, freezing train stations, "free rides" and unmarked taxi cabs. We did make it home though and I got a piece of carrot cake out of it.

It was a good day.

What Kind Of High Would That Even Be?

I need to stop racing home.

I need to stop doing 70 on a windy, turning back road.

I need to stop almost having head on collisions with Expeditions around every turn.

I need to stop thinking I look so fucking fly in a pair of Aviators.

Even though I do.

It's A Suitcase

This weekend was interesting.
Stephanie's party.
Allie's afterparty.
Sleepovers.


I still need to write that stupid essay.