07-11-05/9:18 PM

this weekend was drunk, drunker, then drunkest.
40oz's & whiskey plus my drunk beaming cornfed pearly whites make everybody wet their pants & become weak in each one of their knee's -
with love & adoration not becos they've wet their pants.

except i realized today with a shaky look at my calendar (the kitten one my dad got miko & i for xmess) that i'm out of this jam in about 2 weeks. it's not life affirming or anything it's just not last june anymore. but it's okay, we're just gonna swim, laugh, hug, drink & eat banana cream pie our blue away. my bike is always gonna be a little broken & i can't ever sing the blues seriously, i still cry a lot but at least i'm in good company. i love my friends but i miss the shit out of most of them. none of it really ever seems real, the good the bad or the 'good morning after less than favourable amounts of sleep' bad, worse things are happening to better people n' boiling it all down to something slightly more do-able all i've got is shoddy prose & 5 pairs of sunglasses -
just kidding.

i've got a lot more & so do you.
so, we'll be fine.