why must i tend to attract the a) the homeless harmonica players who insist on serenading me, or b) black doods. im not doubting both groups are equally spectacular, but.... ..... !!!!!!
there certainly was NOT an open bar dans st.laurent tonight, and apparently not that many people were cluing in that such a non-existent entity was in fact free. i must have been purified somewhere along the way, as my belly is loathing me right now. buddy kept giving me a strange eye, the kinda eye that says "dont you have to get up at 7am?" some other day i will learn.
in finer news, i plan to run away and join the afro-brazilian percussion band. good god, why the pseudo intellectualism when life's happiness lies in engaging with your heart full of soul.
my budgeting skills appear to be warp into extremely accurate figures when im grocery shopping while under the open-bar influence, two banannas, two oranges and one tub of yogurt for exactly $5? who am i?
///// ................................ shannon, !
i feel that selling cigarettes to students in the 1930's to raise money for a GYMNASIUM seems just about an appropriate enough of shadyness for one whole eon.
ooo what classy packaging, do they come in menthol?
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your 5$ grocery list sounds like my $12 one... 2 lemons, 2 bagels, 2 soygurts (one was moldy!), 1 box of green tea, 1 foot pumice.
it's really all i need in life?
and water. and vodka. then you're set lady lover.
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