Chess.

Marijuana.

Texas Holdem.

Beer.

Burrito.

Bed.

Dog.

Mushrooms.

Day off.

Paycheck.

Gibbons.

Socks.

Friends.

Vagina.

Summer.

Party.

Sleep.

Not necessarily in that order.

That's right, I said it, I said "Fuck those fucking Yankee fucks!" I went to the game last night, again. It was fucking rockass awesome. After class at 4:00 myself, Toomajian and Jake Croghan all went to the Continental to rondayvoo with the Continentalites. Cooter, Shai, Mike Estrada, Sean and Bernard all came along. We schmobbed in style, ( Read more... )

So it was Cinco de Mayo yesterday, and I hear that spanish for "drink beer." So yesterday I went to the A's game with a bunch of characters and drank beer. As much as I love the Yankees, there's no other stadium in the world were you might get physically assaulted for saying so. So I felt great screaming, "Fuck a Yankee!" along with good ol' ( Read more... )

There is another person that lives inside of me. I call him Tickle. Everytime he takes over I just start laughing and convulsing. Thank you.

Woke up early to find out that I don't have to work today.  I haven't played cards in too long.  I'm so bored I could exercise. 

I would just like to say that acid is all it was cracked up to be.

Santa Cruz, the place that dreams are made of. Aside from the hundreds of dollars worth of booze I consumed over the last 3 days many good things happened. First and foremost I got to hang out with Lauren for not long enough, but who can really complain. We saw each other at my brother's place on Tuesday, then I went to find her on Thursday. ( Read more... )

All April 1st means to me is 3 days until APC/Mars Volta, 19 days until 4/20, and 168 until I'm 21. Also, the huge poker night got rescheduled until we get our new equipment, so I'm fucking stoked about that. Also, I just got this sweet ass 2 disc DVD of Led Zeppelin from Helen, it belongs to Lauren. I haven't watched it yet, but after this ( Read more... )

...kind of like eating Pizza Express right out of the oven, and burning the roof of your mouth. You know you'll regret it later, but for some reason you just can't stop indulging. Then you spend the next 15 minutes once the pizza is gone popping the blisters on the roof of your mouth with your tongue, and peeling away the damaged flesh. Was it ( Read more... )

Someday... maybe...