420.

dude, im totally wasting post #420. just imagine a bunch of weed or some shit. cuz all you are gonna get is a weekend story, and some delightful photos of me. eating banana.

sup, fool.

hi. my name is jillian dahhling, brought to you by alcohol. 

so? i had fun this weekend. did you? let me tell you my boozy tale of boofdom. and then i will tell you all about the bad feelings im feeling. they make me cry. into my banana peel.

this weekend i went to santa cruz. in a car. with three other people. and two cats. cats in car. best. thing. ever. nothing like sitting in a tiny car with your huge legs and a ball of fluffy life sitting on your lap. i'm being serious. enough about that. santa cruz. remember when i went every weekend? those were some fun days...went this time for ben's 30th birthday celebration. we cruised out on friday night. high on green and jager. arrive at ben and aud's house, with hella cats. OK THE CATS. we boozed, we carried on. i fell asleep on the couch. and then woke up there. SURPRISE. saturday, we survived our hangovers. did a little thrifting then BOOM, it was saturday night. the night of celebration. so what did we do? rails. tons of them. got hot. i found myself this beautiful FOX stole (i'm going to talk about foxes later. be warned) and a beautiful black gown. i wore them both. i looked like and amazing gorgeous drag queen. unfortunately. none of us had cameras. i DO remember forcing someone to take a few photos of connor and i... HELLO! ok. so? major brain fucking. i fucked some brains, then my brains got fucked. we blew and sniffed then blew some more. molly arrived, we fucked her. you dig? everything was fun, fast and fabulous. we went to an after party. and after informing my dear friend that one should not sniff the molly, one should eat it. i blew a giant wad of it off my hand. i was high. i thought it was snow. ok? so. hopefully this has painted some kind of loose picture of my night. i went home with connor. and a man permanently bent. sean weaved us down the mountain rapidly. i had my eyes closed the whole time. connor's new room is a fort. i slept in it. and it was the coolest thing that ever happened. tent life in a garage.... i TOLD you i spend a lot of time sleeping in garages.

so all that happened. then sunday came. we ate. we drank we blew some more. we  found our lost possessions. kissed and cuddled and hugged and what not. you know. dont you?

then home. i got home. and then i got lonely. and i got to feeling real bad. and, listen. i have typed out my thoughts three times. and have deleted it all.. THREE TIMES. the reason i am unhappy. is fucking dumb. anything that makes you feel bad is stupid. so, hey. i'm not going to go into it. but listen, if you are going to lose sleep over this. if you are dying to know why i cried into my banana. then. well. you can just use your imagination. come up with something really, really good. have it involve cats. and bent men. and then. you tell me why i'm sad. ok?