i was absurdly, indecorously, preposterously stoned last nite. after 30 mintues of stoner word association, i ventured down to wyatt's basement where i proceeded to fall out of a chair. for a while after i felt the need to scream "i fell out the chair!" and laugh riotously until someone shut me up. then i somehow, miraculously made it to the diner where there was a hot waiter who gave out free coffee. i need to work there. two hot waiters in one place that's real close to my new apartment.

i didn't write about the first hot waiter. he's not hot, he's beau ti ful. when he smiles, his whole face lights up and he gives me the butterflies, wee. and he has two orbitals. i'd like to show him my piercings. oh yeah.

when i say shmeh in her car, meghan knows she has to make a turn. i love her because she understands my stupid talk.

i bought overpriced but yummy new york weed from reid. yay.

anyway, in a nutshell i was stoned off me tits, i fell out the chair, and now i'm tired as hell, so i'm going to sleep.

i don't update anymore because i've been nothing but continuously drunk since may and i'm sure everyone gets sick of entries about that, so, um, word.

by the way, it was calabro and rossi.

bend it like beckham time.