Well, my work week is over, and I couldn't be happier. It's my friend Tyler's 22nd birthday on saturday and apparently we're going out to some bars with his parents and their friends. I seriously love getting drunk with my friends' parents.
The plan for saturday evening:
1. Get growlers of Scotch Ale at Boundary Bay
2. Go to Tyler's, mingle with 40 year olds, perhaps play some beer pong, and finish our growlers prior to going out.
3. Go to a bar, get our friend Dana kicked out of said bar, call A LOT of people on our cellular phones at 2 in the morning, and hopefully end up in a really funny/weird situation before I pass out.
I honestly can't wait...now if I can just avoid the long arm of the law.
I decided what I want to do with my life: I want to be a Predator. Not like a rapist or anything. Like from the movie "Predator". I was watching "Aliens vs. Predator" the other night and it really dawned on me how SICK it would be to actually become a Predator.
Hear me out. You get badass weapons including a shoulder gun that you control with your mind, a bow-staff/spear, and that rad two-pronged knife that just springs from your forearm. You can be invisible whenever you want. You are like seven feet tall. And of course the best part, you have a built in "self destruct" mode if you should ever need it.
NO ONE fucks with Predator, besides the Governor of California. I may be dreaming, but I think I can make this dream come true.
Thought: "I write to you from hell tonight..."
The plan for saturday evening:
1. Get growlers of Scotch Ale at Boundary Bay
2. Go to Tyler's, mingle with 40 year olds, perhaps play some beer pong, and finish our growlers prior to going out.
3. Go to a bar, get our friend Dana kicked out of said bar, call A LOT of people on our cellular phones at 2 in the morning, and hopefully end up in a really funny/weird situation before I pass out.
I honestly can't wait...now if I can just avoid the long arm of the law.
I decided what I want to do with my life: I want to be a Predator. Not like a rapist or anything. Like from the movie "Predator". I was watching "Aliens vs. Predator" the other night and it really dawned on me how SICK it would be to actually become a Predator.
Hear me out. You get badass weapons including a shoulder gun that you control with your mind, a bow-staff/spear, and that rad two-pronged knife that just springs from your forearm. You can be invisible whenever you want. You are like seven feet tall. And of course the best part, you have a built in "self destruct" mode if you should ever need it.
NO ONE fucks with Predator, besides the Governor of California. I may be dreaming, but I think I can make this dream come true.
Thought: "I write to you from hell tonight..."
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uncaringmachine:
Yeah I wanna know about your city. It sounds like it has what I want. So how is the weather there all year round?
hopey:
His name is cianan Herring. AKA boris. Maybe you know some of our other friends that are up there. Mike sullivan, Kyle duey, Jeremy wiltse. They were all members in ash............it was the band who's lead singer died of cancer, it was in the weekly. It is a big town though, and my husband is 28, so ya never know.