Yesterday in order to celebrate the final exams end we went out and drank a little bit.
Nah I'm kidding we drank a lot.
Okay okay, I drank a lot
like 1,5 liters of 8° beer and one bottle of vodka
and didn't get to eat, so naturally, I ended wasted as fuck, and I just woke up in my bed in a delicate odor of puke emanating from a bucket next to me, a raging pain in the belly, a friend asleep on the couch, no memories of last night starting 10PM and a magnificent little fir in my bathtub. As I naturally craved for some Mac Donald's, I went out to buy a mac menu (with my jacket really dirty, I must've fell) only to be able to eat a handful of fries and my soda.
So yeah, drink in moderation guys. That shit is scary.
Was just at the wine expo in Boston from 1-5pm, then at Legal Sea Food for a couple hours downing bloody marys, now back home with the fiancee, drinking a screwdriver the size of a flower vase. Gonna spark up a bowl soon.
Look at all these beautiful young vibers at the mercy of our fleeting whims. Undulating with a current of compassion within the context of our modern world. All of us are wonderful people just doing what we can.