Good weed, found some Schnapps, bunch of old records, and the pool table.
Found friend with which to smoke the weed, drank the Schnapps before I got there, now playing pool shitfaced and doing better than I would sober. Plan to walk to Seven and get cooked, since we're outta smokes.
Turns out if you complain, things always work out. Hm.
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Turns out that things usually just work out for me irregardless of what I do.
ReplyDeleteLisa calls this the horseshoe up my ass. I call it worshipping the right Goddess and immense positive Karma due to me being actually fairly nice to people worse off than me, despite what a dick this blog makes me seem.
Tommy Dorsey does kind of sound like a rapist. The song I'm referring to is probably "Marie", though I can't remember the lyrics to that particular one actually being that creepy out of context.
ReplyDeleteMarriiiiee, the dawn is breeaaking, Marie.
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