i feel like butter
08 February 2003 at 9:05 am

so last night claire and i got stoned.

not, like, heh-we're-stoned stoned. like, off-our-asses, driving-wrong-ways-down-one-way-street, blurry-vision, an-hour-passes-and-feels-like-five-minute-but-a-two-minute-song-takes-an-hour-to-finish stoned.

oh yes. we rock.

actually, we suck because that's bad and my lungs hate me for all the shit i put into them. oh well. who needs lungs anyway?

oh. everyone.

right, so we were going to see the hours but the parking situation in the u district was impossible at best, considering the situation, so we headed to the hurricane to meet aaron and drink something called a "grape kneehigh, "except i think i was hearing it wrong because aaron kept saying, "no, like the soda." we were confused. rather: we were confuzzled.

so aaron and i made it home after a quick pitstop at a qfc to pick up beer for a friend (all hail the ever-powerful fake id) and we went back to watch memento and even though aaron promised sex, i fell asleep before he came through (heh heh ... came). and this morning, of COURSE, i started my period, of COURSE, when i didn't have anything and, of COURSE, i have to work today so, of COURSE, my pissiness is off the charts.

what a life we lead.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.