She stands stark naked and she beckons you to bed don’t go you’ll only want to come back again

ab texts me yesterday, what’re you up? me, fuck all aside from sweating profusely into the couch. ok lets do this.

wish i was sitting more awkwardly here. balls hot yesterday. eventually got the idea to sit on a cloth napkin like some sort of genius.

perfect portion. the chili is great.

i am fantasizing about clipping abigail’s big toenails. hot.

ronnie’s vacay. chels met up with us.

my hair looks like my dad’s on a saturday morning in 1989 making scrambled eggs with cartoons blaring. my hair was doing all sorts of weird shit yesterday. i made my bangs like astroboy a lot. ab was feeling it. she was also really feeling eating a pickle from chels’ grilled cheese order. THIS PICKLE IS AWESOME. guy, you’re blasted hahaha.

exactly.

sure you may join us.

dumpster party. there is a hilarious mismatched collection of chairs gathering out back.

when the central girls hang everything eventually leads to that neighbourhood.

ok fine i am retiring my peace signs.

chelsea’s nails matching ab’s toes.

central garden. basil. that’s norman, he is the fuck’n man.

ab said yesterday that being a server is equally high stress a job as an air traffic controller and when the body undertakes a mass amount of stress it sits in your middle and you get fat. makes sense.

yes! too dark to get a photo of the carpaccio i had, which was incredible. i pulled a houdini on the girls cos i didn’t want to drink anymore, i needed to consume but it could no longer be booze or food, not that i even drank that much. bleh. so i went to honest ed’s and spent 52 dollars which equals truckloads of crap.

not bad for a monday, guys.

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