again it is a day for walking around in a groggy daze.
i should be more proactive about...something...but i am basically just in the mood to play harmonica for kiwi, because over the weekend i discovered that it makes her climb up my chest to get close to it while i play.
i am bashful to admit my raging hangover. thats whats really going on here, but it seems like all my journal entries so far make reference to drinking or substances, and truely, i am not a complete lush.
last night was the farewell party for my german friend who is heading home. 2 kegs, a bunch of six packs and an empty bottle of rum later: one friend went out to buy snacks and "took a nap" in the street halfway to the corner store, another was caught hugging a giant peach stuffed bunny, several had vanished, one was eating a fucking ridiculous amount of spaghetti, and one was yelling "im horny" at no one in particular. i peeled myself off the couch (almost literally, they have a sticky couch) around 5:30 am and stumbled 2 blocks back to my apartment and briefly rocked out to james brown, passed out.
today is SUCH fun.
but worth it! bye Burnd!! we'll miss your way too hot spaghetti and constant raindrops from yer dreads splattering everything for days after your shower!!!! sweet travels.
i should be more proactive about...something...but i am basically just in the mood to play harmonica for kiwi, because over the weekend i discovered that it makes her climb up my chest to get close to it while i play.
i am bashful to admit my raging hangover. thats whats really going on here, but it seems like all my journal entries so far make reference to drinking or substances, and truely, i am not a complete lush.
last night was the farewell party for my german friend who is heading home. 2 kegs, a bunch of six packs and an empty bottle of rum later: one friend went out to buy snacks and "took a nap" in the street halfway to the corner store, another was caught hugging a giant peach stuffed bunny, several had vanished, one was eating a fucking ridiculous amount of spaghetti, and one was yelling "im horny" at no one in particular. i peeled myself off the couch (almost literally, they have a sticky couch) around 5:30 am and stumbled 2 blocks back to my apartment and briefly rocked out to james brown, passed out.
today is SUCH fun.
but worth it! bye Burnd!! we'll miss your way too hot spaghetti and constant raindrops from yer dreads splattering everything for days after your shower!!!! sweet travels.
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that is a really good kind of drawing