A. I meant yesterday (you never were on)
B. Our Ihop was closed (cerially)
and C.
Heather thinks we’re both “clinically retarded”
My love, with sorrow and a “well wtf son of a bitch” when Heather wakes me up.
PS: it’s not quite important but….
I didn’t have my laptop with me, i was at cories (it being wednesday morning and all) and stuck with his jenky piece of winblows…
bye bye goatee.
/cry
I’ll see you another day
I survived my 21st birthday, yet I can’t get past the semi-creepiness of being asked by Heather if I am sober enough to get home from a party. 3rd rule of fight club, erm I mean…. the high school days of parties went thusly: Do not give Chris alcohol.
Not because I might become a tyrant of pain and debauchery. No, for that we had Jean. I simply did not drink, period.
Of course, looking at my current behavior it’s not as if I’ve suddenly gone out each night and proceeded to get smashed… truthfully I don’t even like drinking alone. I couldn’t even finish a single glass of alcohol – it just seemed, stupid.
I will say this though, it’s fucking impossible to find a damn jigger in this town. Glad I have connections with “the establishment,” one might very well be here friday…
/shrug welcome to the desolate world of Hays Kansas
