I just got back from a pretty cool trip to Washington camping for the Sasquatch music festival.
Back to life.
Back to not living life.
Back to my thoughts and lack thereof.
This place is toxic.
F U Kerouac: I’z on de woad 2!
Soooo, the boobz and I loaded up on:
- GhettoTent
- Sleepingbag(s)
- SNACKS ON SNACKS
- booze (I wish my rack was as big as that 30rack!)
- water to supplement the booze
- muziq
- fixed pentax camera X| (which i broke and walked MILES to get fix. I don’t have a car)
- shower material (aka babywipes)
- too many outfit changes (me. not him.)
- did I mention SNACKS ON SNACKS ON SNACKS?!
- crossed fingers that we’ll have enough gas money to make it frodostyle: there and back again
We are going up to Wershangtang to dance in the woods and make fun of the hipsters while drinking pabst. I have a feeling I should’ve packed some pedialyte. God knows I’m going to need it.
14hourdrivewassssup! I should be sleeping for this. kbye.
Organized Konfusion- “Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken”
AWWWWWWW yea. That’s what a girl who loooves (fried) chicken, such as I, would sanggg. Any mc that can create the sickest raps about chicken is a poet to me. CHICKEN. ch ch ch chicken!
How I hear Sofia Vergara's Covergirl commercial:
- Sofia Vergara: BOARD WIDTH CHORE JUAN TRIC LIPSTIC? DEN LID A DUBBLE LIVE! WIDTH NU BLASS FLIPSTIC FROM CUPBOARDGERL. CREAMY COLLAR ON JUAN END, CHIMMERY COLLAR ON THE UTTER. SO YOU CAN FLEP CHORE LOOK FROM DA MANURE TO DAIRY. NU BLASS FLIPSTIC FROM CUPBOARDGERL.
- [LAUGGGGGGGHING my fucking ass off!]
Home alone without the boobster. I think i’m bored enough to masturbate and drink some asian beers.
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