February 2012
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Dee was leaving this morning. I noticed a knife tucked in their boot.
D:”Yeah I keep in there because I doubt I’ll ever have to use it, but It’s good to have in case I have to stab anybody.”
H:”Yeah, or if you have a sweet hangout that results on a curbside dinner where you buy crackers and cheese and need to slice the cheese to put on the crackers.”...
Sunday night
A list of events:
(with the help of brass monkeys with Guru substitute)
-Jean Talon.
-Starting Brass Monkey number two as we arrived at the house.
-Karaoke Party
-In the midst of my rendition of the Bosses’ “I’m going Down” (and song number 3 of the evening) The cops showed up.
-Catching the last metro back, Car to ourselves, summer salts out of the doors, and…...
Drunk!
Oh boy,
I’m just joansing to go to Vegas. I guess working a shit job just leads to you a short trip of blowing tons of money, doing tons of drugs, and some other stupid shit! Sign me up! This is how that place exsists right? This is what Normal people do? I just don’t fucking get it.
Who wants to go to Vegas? Where is that question fucktion on this thing?
What else is new.
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