busy busy busy... got home the other night to relax. wanted to drink a bottle of two buck chuck and couldn't find a damn bottle opener. went through boxes, found one, damn thing broke inside the fucking cork... 
what the fuck. never done that before. found another corkscrew. broke the fucking glass trying to open the fucking thing!!
fuck the corks in two buck chuck.
today was better. found a trader joe's bout an exit away from my apartment. got 20 bottles of wine and a new fucking corkscrew. nice. now im enjoying my favorite wine in my new apartment in riverside listening to rise against cooking a pizza i got from TJ's.
better mood. i'm beginning to like riverside more and more every minute. glad i moved here.
cool: bought old skool ass tattoo equipment hand carved in borneo off of e-bay. looks nice in a glass case in my new living room!
what the fuck. never done that before. found another corkscrew. broke the fucking glass trying to open the fucking thing!!
fuck the corks in two buck chuck.
today was better. found a trader joe's bout an exit away from my apartment. got 20 bottles of wine and a new fucking corkscrew. nice. now im enjoying my favorite wine in my new apartment in riverside listening to rise against cooking a pizza i got from TJ's.
better mood. i'm beginning to like riverside more and more every minute. glad i moved here.
cool: bought old skool ass tattoo equipment hand carved in borneo off of e-bay. looks nice in a glass case in my new living room!
I can't drink tonight, I should have been asleep hours ago as it is and can't be hungover for school tomorrow.