Just writing a random blog entry. Blah blah blah.
Came home last night around 9pm, dyed my hair a totally different color. Got drunk off of straight Contreau and made a delicious giant sandwich that I ate in bed while wasting time on the Internet. Got a bunch of crumbs and crap in the bed that I just brushed off onto the floor. I can now understand why college boys are so messy, since they are always drunk and when you're drunk you're all like "I don't care! This is great!"
I need more alcohol if I'm to survive my remaining days here at home...
I'm sorry this is a terrible post. Highly inappropriate and not role-modely or whatever. I can understand if it gets deleted. But whatevs. I'm an adult!
And yet, I'm still terrified of my mother. How she has such control over me I have no idea. It's paralyzing. Pooey.
Well, off to hit the dusty trail... here's hoping that dusty trail won't just be under the covers of my nice warm cozy bed, since I've got lots to do...
Came home last night around 9pm, dyed my hair a totally different color. Got drunk off of straight Contreau and made a delicious giant sandwich that I ate in bed while wasting time on the Internet. Got a bunch of crumbs and crap in the bed that I just brushed off onto the floor. I can now understand why college boys are so messy, since they are always drunk and when you're drunk you're all like "I don't care! This is great!"
I need more alcohol if I'm to survive my remaining days here at home...
I'm sorry this is a terrible post. Highly inappropriate and not role-modely or whatever. I can understand if it gets deleted. But whatevs. I'm an adult!
And yet, I'm still terrified of my mother. How she has such control over me I have no idea. It's paralyzing. Pooey.
Well, off to hit the dusty trail... here's hoping that dusty trail won't just be under the covers of my nice warm cozy bed, since I've got lots to do...
