do you guys talk to yourself inside your head?
if so, do you ever say to yourself "you are fucking crazy"
I think I said that to myself 20 times this weekend. I know what I did this weekend not a single person I know would have done. and I am so sore this morning i can barely move.
so the short version is I decided to go to vegas.
1hr 15min later I was on the 10 East with a backpack & $200.
I had no room. I had no ticket to get into the race. I knew nobody that was going to be there.
I almost didn't bring a sweatshirt for under my jacket.
90 minutes later I'm freezing my nuts off as I cross the high desert and realizing I have no idea what the fuck I've done.
180 minutes after that I realize I am fucking crazy. I am in a starbucks on the strip trying to figure out a strategy for
A)meeting someone
B) hitting it off
C) developing some trust
D) getting them to let me crash in their room.
E) making this happen in under 5 hours.
20 hours later I realize I am totally fucking crazy as I sit poolside @ caeser's trying to figure out a strategy for
A) getting into the race
B) all the same shit as last night again!
then to cap it all off I rode my motorcycle home @ 1 in the morning which had me coming across the high desert at 4 in the fucking morning. do you have any idea how cold it is up there at 4 am?
OK I'm exagerating, I didn't come across the high desert... I rode my motorcycle accross it.
hell i haven't cum since last tuesday!~maybe that's why I'm going crazy!
if so, do you ever say to yourself "you are fucking crazy"
I think I said that to myself 20 times this weekend. I know what I did this weekend not a single person I know would have done. and I am so sore this morning i can barely move.
so the short version is I decided to go to vegas.
1hr 15min later I was on the 10 East with a backpack & $200.
I had no room. I had no ticket to get into the race. I knew nobody that was going to be there.
I almost didn't bring a sweatshirt for under my jacket.
90 minutes later I'm freezing my nuts off as I cross the high desert and realizing I have no idea what the fuck I've done.
180 minutes after that I realize I am fucking crazy. I am in a starbucks on the strip trying to figure out a strategy for
A)meeting someone
B) hitting it off
C) developing some trust
D) getting them to let me crash in their room.
E) making this happen in under 5 hours.
20 hours later I realize I am totally fucking crazy as I sit poolside @ caeser's trying to figure out a strategy for
A) getting into the race
B) all the same shit as last night again!
then to cap it all off I rode my motorcycle home @ 1 in the morning which had me coming across the high desert at 4 in the fucking morning. do you have any idea how cold it is up there at 4 am?
OK I'm exagerating, I didn't come across the high desert... I rode my motorcycle accross it.
hell i haven't cum since last tuesday!~maybe that's why I'm going crazy!
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i wish i could afford to go back to LA! i love america so fucking much
The rule about scary movies is whoever takes me to see them has to stay up with me aaaaaalllllll night.