with your feet in the air & your head on the ground…
try this trick and spin it…yeah…
your head will collapse, and there’s nothing in it, and you’ll ask yourself
where is my mind?
where is my mind?
where is my mind?
yep, pineapple has fucking lost it.
uh huh.
i blame the alcohol.
“alcohol: both the cause and solution to all of life’s problems”
yep yep.
john ruined a perfectly good buzz last night and subsequently sobered me up by making me cry my eyes out. isn’t that fantastic? yeah, i thought so…only like, not.
“questional” dude from gay.com called…well no, that’s not right, he’s not creepy, per se. he’s probably a nice dude, but you know, where he’s concerned there’s a large neon sign flashing “BAD IDEA JEANS” ya know…so um…no! but of course, in perfect fucktard form, john caused a scene and i ended up hanging up on lance and possibly scaring the ever livin’ fuck right out of him…so yay! i think. whatever, i was too tired to deal with anything like that…ya know.
god i am so mad at john, i could just scream and scream and scream. oh! and he can totally blow me…TOTALLY! he was all being inappropriate and then being an ass and then just plain sucking up one side and down the other but in a totally not good way.
blegh.
in other news, i got pretty drunk and such…AND was relatively well behaved last night.
more on that later…
