333.

 

 oh yeah!

on friday i had to throw a stupid work party. each floor had a different theme, and my floor's theme was BIKER BABEZ from HELL. so? i got tattoos and bandannas and we fucked shit up. kind of. no. not really at all. we partied it up at work, drank a 15 dollar box of PBR (fuck san francisco) and then headed on over to the summer place. and duh! if you ever read the fine print here, is my favorite fucking bar. and to clarify, i would much rather get knocked up by the bartender there than at delirium. ok, so there is where we went. they got a new jukebox THAT KILLED. we danced and sang and carried on.. then i took a few coworker's to pete's show. (SEE THAT PETER???) and it was awesome! the frisk in disco are playing with another band.. i forget what they are called, but they were Supreme. i really, really, REALLY enjoyed it. i told the guitar player so and he said, "i know, i saw you enjoying it" great, eh? ok. so then we left there and went to kristal's old house. The Best House. had beers, stumbled around then good ol' zweng and i trekked across the street to an awesome party. dope city. it had multiple floors, multiple rooms.. multiple dimensions. then! somehow my brains decided to leave my friends. the people i love and adore. the ones i want to fill an empty pool with and roll all over. yup. things happen. so, i did. i went to this dudes house and he got me a tall can.. i think. i remember having a tall can? ok. went to his house and there were a bunch of shitty guitar players playing the beatles. so? i sang shouted the beatles at them. HAH. then one of them tried to tell me john mayer was like eric clapton. and i said, who the fuck is john mayer? ok. boom. went to sleep on a couch in a room. "want to cuddle? " NO! i woke up to a stranger yelling, "HEY .... HEY .... HEY ....  i gotta go do chores, you want some water" at me. to which i replied "who the fuck are you?" threw on my boots and stomped off into the street. i walked and laughed my ass off. i kept thinking of all the crazy shit i had done the night before.. a long list. then i thought of how crazy i looked. walking around in the morning time, face palming and laughing uncontrollably.. with face and neck tattoos. went to the bean bag, ate a burrito. laughed, talked to erin on the phone.. im taking her on a date on wednesday. you still reading? im not done yet. then i hopped in a cab and rode on over to my girl's house. it was 11am. she was tripping on acid and drinking champagne. i joined the boof club with molly and we went to the coffee shop to pick up on the barista there. we did. he came over. i fell in love with french where's waldo. did oyu know there is an EVIL waldo? except his name is charlie. he also has a twin, girl twin. OKKKKK almost done... i went home. in a cab KAAACHING! and my friend ballz in the mouth came over and dressed up i my clothes. she wore my day to day as a costume... stevie nickssssss. she looked great. then we ate a cheeseburger. and i was finally hungover. i think it was about 5pm. ok. so then we went to CVS, i bought adult diapers. then. i went home and slept. my power is out at home. and it's awful. my bedroom also looks like it's been puking. blah blah i woke up, made myself into a disgusting dead baby and went out. 

the end.