shave and a haircut
apparantly i can't afford either.
my flight actually got in on time from aspen last night. my luggage, however, took an hour to find it's way from the belly of the plane to the playground slide thingy onto the lazy susan thingy. i didn't get home til almost midnight, where i proceeded to sleep for 10 hours.
i stumble-fell out of bed at ten this morning, late for everything i had to do. how was it that i was chipper and functioning at eight or nine every morning aspen? i drank and smoked and smanked. beer at noon? fuck yeah. i drank it. there was barely enough oxygen in the mountains to keep a cigarette lit, much less torture my lungs with it. i smoked the shit out of them.
i reckon it all caught up with me during my ten hour catch-up crash.
i forgot to look in the mirror today. bed straight to public. go ahead and make your hollywood jokes, but my mom was staring down with some disapproval today. to go along with my 'ray's shorts' and boots with no socks, i discovered too late in the day that my hair had been the motel for some rat/squirrel tryst during the night. i guess it was too close to my daily don cuz my roomates let me out the house like that. i guess i turn 8 next month. maybe i'll get myself some school clothes and glue a compact inside my trapper keeper.
(i changed the date on this entry cuz the Varney belongs on top. good job Derek.)
my flight actually got in on time from aspen last night. my luggage, however, took an hour to find it's way from the belly of the plane to the playground slide thingy onto the lazy susan thingy. i didn't get home til almost midnight, where i proceeded to sleep for 10 hours.
i stumble-fell out of bed at ten this morning, late for everything i had to do. how was it that i was chipper and functioning at eight or nine every morning aspen? i drank and smoked and smanked. beer at noon? fuck yeah. i drank it. there was barely enough oxygen in the mountains to keep a cigarette lit, much less torture my lungs with it. i smoked the shit out of them.
i reckon it all caught up with me during my ten hour catch-up crash.
i forgot to look in the mirror today. bed straight to public. go ahead and make your hollywood jokes, but my mom was staring down with some disapproval today. to go along with my 'ray's shorts' and boots with no socks, i discovered too late in the day that my hair had been the motel for some rat/squirrel tryst during the night. i guess it was too close to my daily don cuz my roomates let me out the house like that. i guess i turn 8 next month. maybe i'll get myself some school clothes and glue a compact inside my trapper keeper.
(i changed the date on this entry cuz the Varney belongs on top. good job Derek.)
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