We’re going international
Oh yeah, hi. I’m in Canada.
I jumped off a 35 ft bluff this morning. I pooed lake water after.
Now I’m in Ottawa at a hotel waiting for the mayhem.
About 65% of my calories of the last week have been from beer and prescription pain killers. I didn’t hurt myself or anything I just like the induced relaxation. And they also sell some pretty hefty stuff over the counter that I am way into. Methocarbomal? Yes please. Methocarbomal is to vicoden as crack is to cocaine. But you take what you can get.
Back on Monday, more later.
The Millionizer, eh
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I was thinking of getting some vodka today, but I didn’t. Wait — who’s weeding? Yours?
wedding, dammit
definitely not mine! tbu’s cousin. just got back, and my feet hurt. how’d that vodka go?
yayyy weddings! it’s the most elaborate theme party you can have. don’t mind me, just eating cold pasta while Kimmy Gibbler and Snake are passed out. not that i blame them, since it is, for all intents and purposes, fucking two in the morning.