July 18, 2003

let me 'splain. no, there is too much. let me sum up...

last night:
quiet dvd watching
parent waking phone call
bishop allen gig getting
gin/tonics
free shots
candid camera
dym
dancing
chains of love
shout
red bull/vodka: poor man's speedball
licking the mirror
sparkly lip gloss
smoking
chain smoking
dancing
like RUN D.M.C.
like AC/DC
lipstick
kissing the mirror
the married girl i fucked
is she stalking me?
oh, who cares?
dancing
prince motherfucker and don't you forget it
smoking
vodka/red bull, repeat
cyndi lauper
personal jesus
back to her place
marc bolan
fleetwood mac
pulppulpulpulpulpulp
did i mention jarvis cocker?
eyelash curling
in da club
slapping
slapping hard
like really hard
being slapped
harder
pick one book
harp/corona light
duck calls and addys
lemonade/vodka/tequila
more lipstick
punk rock girl
making out at 7am
did you just say making out?
yup
it came as a suprise to me too
bribing people with the promise of pizza
that god-forsaken weedwhacker
slide whistles
groove is in my heart motherfucker
that damn addy again
sticky floors
TIRE FUCKING IRONS, BAY-BEE
i'll have a pepsi. actually, could you make that a SERRIA MIST?
pizza
little hellions
whither brandi?
brandi, i'll be your personal slave if you just get me MORE FUCKING PEPSI
oh shit, is it time for work already?
drinking cristal in the hot tub on the back of my stretch escalade

you wish you were me.
it's not my fault my life is more fun than yours.
it's just the way the cards fall.

Posted by orion at July 18, 2003 07:09 PM | TrackBack