i love nothing more than being drunk.
maybe a little exaggeration.
but really. it is such a good state to be in.

you would too probably if you were here. and it's wonderful and beautiful and there are no reasons. broken social scene to a bottle of wine and some heavy beer, after a night of friends and homes, and drunkenconversation,
is .

so break is officially over. it's lame because it was quite the break with visiting sacramento and seeing old friends, the best new year's eve EVER (and one of the best nights EVER ever), a week in mexico's sunshine, and then all the partying that followed over the last several nights. that was the bestest way i could have spent all that time off ( Read more... )

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this past week's nights have all been pretty great.
and it's all about timing. and, well, the love.

aw tonight was great. yay

wasted livejournaling wooooo.
i'm, like, tossed. and dizzy. and spinny. all wrapped together.
but bundled. and laughy. and the lights buzz warmness.
sinking and sinking and the beat kind of jiggles in the cushions.
dream me, oh dreamer.
oh and it feels so good. and it feels. so good.

i hate the way i get after coming back from somewhere, something like that and i realize i'm doing nothing at home. and i love the way i feel after reading something like che's diaries during his trek across the sad but rich land of america in the south, but i hate that then the apathy creeps back. apathy has taken over our generation. but then i ( Read more... )

if it were up to me, i'd live somewhere tropical for the rest of my life ( Read more... )

mexico was everything i dreamed and more.
wow.