Twelve

so after saturday night's adventure (and a half) i'm taking a break off drinking for one week. Rae's gonna do it too. We said we're not going to drink until her friend Ally gets here. Which is sometime next week. I woke up Sunday morning feeling like i got hit by a truck. Then the truck stopped, backed up and ran me over again. Then took off, hitting me once more. I mean, when you wake up in the morning and realize that a nerdy, black, middle aged man turned you down while you tried to dance with him, things are bad. Not only did i get pretty drunk and dance out of the party and down the street, but we watched Being John Malcovich until 6:00am.

The long weekend is over. However, it's a 4 day week, long weekend and then 4 day week again. I had some time today to draw and play music. Which i haven't done since i started working. I wanna redo the picture of the girl smoking, cause i gave it away, and it's probably my favorite one.

I went downtown, walked around and made fun of people, then took a really amazing nap. I wish i had more interesting things to write about, but, ya know.



Go listen to Manchester Orchestra. I kinda forgot
about them since i saw them in Buffalo. But it's all
i've been listening to and "I'm Like A Virgin Losing
a Child" is actually an amazing album. Most of them
are like seventeen years old.

Have a good week.
xo

"There are things that we've done that we cannot undo.
There are things i can't hear when we're telling the truth." - Matt Pond PA, New Hampshire