i went on a 4 hour walk tonight. after drinking 12 pacificos, 2 becks, and 1 bud light. so here i am. at home. listening to death cab. drunk. be warned about the thoughts im about to dispell.
im almost positive i came home to my little brother (13) whackin off to porn in the office. the office door was locked and he was super sketched out when i knocked. gnarly. oh and listen to cradle of filth too. damnation and a day is their sickest album by far fyi. i love walking around between 130am and 345am and coming home still sweating. it must be 90 outside still... im so down with that. the next two days are supposed to be 110+ so i honestly think im gonna go to leslies pool supply and buy a legit ass raft bed i can sleep on at night... with a built in cup-holder of course. oh hey my life is about to suck again... the bed that i have right now is about to basically be reposessed by one of my best friends. so ill be sleeping on a floor until further notice... and hey if you dont know me at all and want to hook me up with a bed (and hopefully some ice cream and red vines too) hit me up at 707 454 6771. im all about it.
welp.. im getting wayyyyyyyyyy more tired.... this one goes out to friedrich nietzche, josef stalin, karl marx, adolf hitler, mussolini, guevara, columbia, kim jong il, china, and communists everywhere.
p.s. im the best drunk typist ever.
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