pipi

I have just spent the last two weeks driving up and down I-5 and stuffing my face till my stomach's content. I miss Portland. LA can suck my pipi. But now I am home, and the first thing that I did when I got home was pound a bottle of whiskey and chased with beer. My pals and I danced to This Must Be the Place for the thousandth time, and I got so plastered that someone had to carry me. I woke up with a hangover and my buddy getting dressed to leave for a photoshoot. Home. Sweet. Home.

Also I think I need to jerk off. I think I'm bouta. Then I'll drink, start my piece on Portland, pass out, then go back to work tomorrow. Sad face of a small face. Whatever, time to fap.