i am stubborn. i am sneaky.

1400 kilometers.
126 dollars of gas.
750 ml of raspberry vodka.
250 ml of whiskey.
6 whiskey sours.
2 cranberry vodka.
1 awesome god damn show.
1 crazy day trip.
2 monuments climbed.
1 tree climbed.
3 nights of sleeping in my car.
and can i have a few rounds of row, row, row your boat.

yeah that's right we're goin' tza poop mont reyal. je mange quebec!.

ton fiend.
je m'appel pomplemouse.

i am an excellent french man.

i have no words for you now.

twas a noter gut veekend. vaat kin aye sey.? dis men es uhdictid ta fuun. aye vill ate yer soul.

^
one of these things is not like the other.

your fiend.
simon

and our thoughts start to crumble.

weekend. =good. =drunk. =crazy. =wandering streets with no shoes or glasses. =waking up and not knowing where i was. =more wandering the streets with no shoes or glasses. =missing the d'urbervilles. =getting real drunk during the second bands set because they were boring. =not being able to pay enough attention to mates of state. =other stuff ( Read more... )

i'm going to bed. my throat is starting to feel better. i like my bike. we are headhunters. 'ware yer neck lines biatches. i should have ended that last sentence with an exclamation mark. too late now! that one was just a compensatory measure it didn't really deserve it. ( i don't think compensatory is a real word. in fact i'm pretty sure it's not ( Read more... )

as of wednesday i will have myself a set of gasoline powered wheels.

but i only ate one.
little darling.