man, it'd been a while since i smoked. we went to buddy's party, which ended up being another one of those olive garden parties. buddy gets me ripped everytime we party together. i don't know how i made friends with all these crazy bitches-- i mean, we're all just entirely different kinds of people, hard to put that group into one category.
we had to leave, though. because i needed krystal. because ever since i saw harold and kumar go to white castle i've been craving krystal.
unh. brandon flowers? the lead singer of the killers. fucking hot. i'd hit it. like whoa.
i need to move back to a normal town. one where there's more to do than eat, drink, go to a gay bar, and get ripped. really, there's got to be more than this, right? at this point, i find my couch more entertaining.
ran out of things to say. i find myself less than interesting lately.
we had to leave, though. because i needed krystal. because ever since i saw harold and kumar go to white castle i've been craving krystal.
unh. brandon flowers? the lead singer of the killers. fucking hot. i'd hit it. like whoa.
i need to move back to a normal town. one where there's more to do than eat, drink, go to a gay bar, and get ripped. really, there's got to be more than this, right? at this point, i find my couch more entertaining.
ran out of things to say. i find myself less than interesting lately.
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Why did I think this was a drug reference?
(I guess I should get down south more often... We don't have that place up here.)