when "needle in the hay" comes on while you're shaving your beard and cutting your hair, should it be taken as a sign?

let's just say that i had a moment. and then i cut the tiger-striped band from my wrist and moved on.

i fucking miss that beard.



prom was fucking great. seriously. it was short, sure, but i had an amazing time. it was so good to finally meet all yous in person. it was the perfect ending to a great trip back home. i'm a little bummed that i missed out on what sounds like a great memorial day weekend, but i'm so glad that lil_tuffy convinced me to show up.

thankfully, i wasn't too tired to make it to the airport the next morning, whereupon my arrival i took it upon myself to drink as many beers as possible before my plane started boarding. then i shuffled to my seat, slipped my sunglasses on, and then woke up 7 hours later in a daze, in charlotte. that was probably the last "decent enough" rest i've had in the past week.

straight off the plane, i resumed my daily ritual of getting smashed and playing disc golf with my best bud here. charleston was almost bearable that day.




and yes, i know, i look fucking goofy.

okay, so it's 95 in my apartment with all the windows open, so i might as well have a couple more drinks and try to actually fall asleep tonight.

oh, california...