halfjack

thank yall for your input on "enough," as well as the, ahem, like, 3 happy birthdays. bastards. i'm fucking famous, don't you know? its my birthday sluts! anyway.

so i did come home over the weekend. the day of my birthday kinda sucked. the only reason i came home was because my friend was running the red bull fluttag at the inner harbor and made me promise i'd come (even though it was on my birthday). soz i come home and lo and behold, the friends who said they'd take me didn't come for me, or call, or return my calls, still. bastards. pretty much all the days i was home sucked. but the nights were rock awesome, due largely to mis amigos arkane, einglaswein, and jamielee. and also my friend lauren. and lydia.
friday night i got drunk and saw amos lee and found out my sister was pregnant. later, i overused jamielee's cilantro.
saturday i got drunk and practiced yoga at an art gallery with einglaswein.
sunday i got drunk and was given a banjo and watched final destination 3.
monday i got drunk and saw a body paint burlesque show sponsored by tuaca. with a vip pass i drank for free.
tuesday i got on a bus.

it was eventful. and useless. but i needed that. just a long drinky weekend.

another update, for now, enough is not enough yet.

it's getting cold. fuck yeah. i love it so much. time to rotate cds.

now. tell me a story about orange. lets see if we can get some more this time