Sunday, June 14, 2009

SHIT AINT RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hand a wonderful night on the town with Ray Palsy and the Ballsey Palsy Posse. We ran into some trouble with some math doing child molesting old men, but escaped back to the rapeology clinic. We took a little walk to lake merrit, where shit aint right and you have to be quiet whenever anyone walks by. one girl heard. There was a little class war with some ducks, then we got shit right and took a cab where i got to ride in the sexy seat. We hit a ruby red room where i got challanged to a dance off and got straight schooled. I had a really hot time to "hungry like a wolf". We returned to base camp with some retarded pi women, who alienated me so that i was forced to conquer my fear of heights and play on a fire escape in horribly dangerous manners just to keep myself entertained. I got locked out and had to climb out on the window sill of a third story building to get back in. We returned to camp roof but Karen, with her broken hip and cougar like wiles told us it was too late. I found my phone in a closet and passed out.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

There's a flavor of MD 20/20 called "Purple Rain. Like all MD 20/20's it's a disgusting sugary alchohol designed only to give you headaches, heartaches and rot out your digestive track. But, due to the awesome name we bought a bottle of it last night. We already had beer, a jug of rassi and a handle of vodka, but people were adamant about the Purple Rain. after we finished the bottle Mikey mixed vodka, wine, and cranberry juice to try to make more. the product was about the same color, and about the same flavor.
When i fell asleep last night i had a weird dream (probably because of all the strange liquids).
I took some blast off and thought i had a heart attack. There was the normal "Wawawawa"s, but so loud i thought they were really happening. My vision went black, with bright flashes that coincided with the pulsating sounds. My chest got tight and i couldn't draw breath, and my face felt really hot. Then, after about thirty seconds it cleared up, and i realized i was trying to walk on the wall.
I had a good weekend, all and all. I fucked myself all sorts of bad on Friday falling down a levee a bunch of times cause it didn't hurt at the time. On Saturday i danced in circles on the beach for hours to help with some movie I know nothing about. Then, i saw a Mariachi band play and went to two parties the cops rolled on.

i wrote this almost a week ago, but was too out of it to create the blog, which was my intention. Now that it exists I'll try to keep more up to date.