my klonopin/booze/marijuana binge segwayed directly into my grandmother's funeral to which i showed up still under the influence of most of the above.
mein papa would only sit next to me and talk to me and hold my hand, since all the drugs made me all sweet-like and full of inspirational whisperings and kisses for him. my family is really un-emotional.
also, i probably kissed you on saturday night at opaline, but have no recollection of it. i apologize.
here is a rare documentation of my insanity by my friend lux, whose house wes, my little brother and i showed up at. we had naked dance party for the neighbors on the foyer while my little brother hid and rolled bluntz in the bathroom, and then we all smoked on the foyer. and lawd knows what happened after that, but i bet it was fun fun fun.
[picture to be attached once the 'my pics' function is back online. oh it's so funny. you're excited.]
mein papa would only sit next to me and talk to me and hold my hand, since all the drugs made me all sweet-like and full of inspirational whisperings and kisses for him. my family is really un-emotional.
also, i probably kissed you on saturday night at opaline, but have no recollection of it. i apologize.
here is a rare documentation of my insanity by my friend lux, whose house wes, my little brother and i showed up at. we had naked dance party for the neighbors on the foyer while my little brother hid and rolled bluntz in the bathroom, and then we all smoked on the foyer. and lawd knows what happened after that, but i bet it was fun fun fun.
[picture to be attached once the 'my pics' function is back online. oh it's so funny. you're excited.]
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gallas13:
i don't remember friday or saturday night, at least the here's and there's. but i *do* remember this guy and i were talking tattoos, and at first it was all cool, but then he says he wants to get a tattoo of his exgirlfriend as a bound and gagged angel. being sucha stupid idea i of course laughed in his face, and in the fuzzy memory there were fisticuffs. i think he might have taken a swing at me. or maybe my buddy d stepped in like pam grier and bailed my stupid ass out. or maybe i just added that in for the drama since none ever happens in nyc anymore. this place is like a padded room. anyway, thankfully the next thing i remember is drinking an ice cold one at b side. and no bumps or bruises on monday.
jason:
i wouldnt complain if you stopped rocking long enough to eat something, dickwad.