Baby, I'm bad news.
The past week was crazy.
I will never be able to eat peanut butter again.
I was a tard and decided to have a party while house/dog sitting for my parents. I didn't realize that my friends are a bunch of giant infants who would throw peanut butter all over the house, permanently and obviosuly staining the wallpaper, and break/steal/hide? the home telephone and its charger thingy. Jesus Christ. The PB was EVERYWHERE---ceilings, walls, stove, fridge, mirrors, front door.....just....everywhere. I was so angry and upset about the situation. I mean, who does that to their FRIENDS? I still don't know exactly who it was. My parents weren't as pissed as I thought they'd be,and I think that I was actually more upset about it than they were. Sometimes I forget that they've dealt with this shit before because I have a half-brother and half-sister who are both much older than me. I guess some fucked up wallpaper and a missing telephone isn't as bad as stolen jewelry, which apparently happened at my siblings' parties. Still...I just wish whoever did it would fess up.
Other than that it was completely insane in a good way. Dancing to Danzig on coffee tables, scandalous!!! photographs, taking my pants off and running aroud my shirt and underwear, gayness, and other unmentionables. I would still really like to know why my shoes were in the basement, my pants were in the living room, and I was in my bed. Ohhh boy. I need to chill the fuck out with the drinking so much at once. I remember standing in the kitchen, completely waaaasted already, saying to El_Scootro "We should hide this last bottle of Jack, I NEED it" Good lord! Between abouuuut a max of 15 people we drank I think 2 bottles of Jack, 1 bottle of SJ rum, 1 bottle of Jim Beam, 2? cases of Iron City, 1 bottle of Johnny Walker (which I think Destro drank most of), and some mysterious Yuengling. Damn. We are rockstars and/or alcoholics for sure.
I was supposed to shoot a new set on Saturday. It didn't work out, of course. It's to the point where I doubt I will have another one, ever. Ugh.
Other than that, I have just been working, reading, thinking. The usual.
Love,
TitsMcGee Suicide
(aka Monroe)
The past week was crazy.
I will never be able to eat peanut butter again.
I was a tard and decided to have a party while house/dog sitting for my parents. I didn't realize that my friends are a bunch of giant infants who would throw peanut butter all over the house, permanently and obviosuly staining the wallpaper, and break/steal/hide? the home telephone and its charger thingy. Jesus Christ. The PB was EVERYWHERE---ceilings, walls, stove, fridge, mirrors, front door.....just....everywhere. I was so angry and upset about the situation. I mean, who does that to their FRIENDS? I still don't know exactly who it was. My parents weren't as pissed as I thought they'd be,and I think that I was actually more upset about it than they were. Sometimes I forget that they've dealt with this shit before because I have a half-brother and half-sister who are both much older than me. I guess some fucked up wallpaper and a missing telephone isn't as bad as stolen jewelry, which apparently happened at my siblings' parties. Still...I just wish whoever did it would fess up.
Other than that it was completely insane in a good way. Dancing to Danzig on coffee tables, scandalous!!! photographs, taking my pants off and running aroud my shirt and underwear, gayness, and other unmentionables. I would still really like to know why my shoes were in the basement, my pants were in the living room, and I was in my bed. Ohhh boy. I need to chill the fuck out with the drinking so much at once. I remember standing in the kitchen, completely waaaasted already, saying to El_Scootro "We should hide this last bottle of Jack, I NEED it" Good lord! Between abouuuut a max of 15 people we drank I think 2 bottles of Jack, 1 bottle of SJ rum, 1 bottle of Jim Beam, 2? cases of Iron City, 1 bottle of Johnny Walker (which I think Destro drank most of), and some mysterious Yuengling. Damn. We are rockstars and/or alcoholics for sure.
I was supposed to shoot a new set on Saturday. It didn't work out, of course. It's to the point where I doubt I will have another one, ever. Ugh.
Other than that, I have just been working, reading, thinking. The usual.
Love,
TitsMcGee Suicide
(aka Monroe)
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Luckilly your parents weren't too pissed at ya, always a plus!
YOU DIDNT INVITE ME......man
ILL HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS......