redbull, mismatches, and bad porno
So I went to my fab party with a little friend of mine, Candy Darling,
stoned. We got interviewed by the redbull tv crew, drank a little, and jet our tails right out of there after the boredom became more prevalent than our mildly amused slobbering.
Sometimes I think the constant deliveries by the little brown men
are a bit too much for my brain to handle.
I can function in an altered state, usually claiming to be completely
indifferent to the condition, but it’s always the tobacco that wrecks me
in the end; through smoke and incessant coughing.
That, and because of my boy’s ridiculous schedule and inability to see me. Girls like me need to get their cardio on a regular basis. If it doesn’t happen, I tend to get all riled up with simple ideas.
Sex is one of those benefits we get. It’s free, and with the right person
can far outshine any initial investment into getting it.
Aside from that, I woke up at 5:30 am, finally sober. I have this eerie
knack for waking up only after the drugs/alcohol are cleaned from my
body. It could be two hours later, and I still will rile myself awake,
freshly rejuvenated from the mini toxi-nap I got myself into by being too
degenerate.
Go team. Yea.
