a bus driver screamed at me in front of like fifty people today. i was suppose to buy my ticket in advance, but i didn’t, so the dude’s all, “You are suppose to BUY this in the station! LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! Are you an IDIOT!?” lucky for him i was hungover as shit and not quite awake otherwise i’da said more than, “Unnnngh, ummm, yah uhh, well i’ve never had to buy my ticket in advance before….” well, i’m not certain i would have mouthed off. i don’t take to confrontations very well. i think they take a year or two off my life.

i decided to wear tight pants yesterday. tight jeans, rolled up (mod-esque), so u can see my white socks and these dorky little sneakers. oh rite, suspenders too. You know when u get this idea in your head that you are going to wear the coolest outfit, u plan it all out, u model it in front of the mirror over and over again and do all these dumb poses and stretches to see how you would look if you were like dancing or sitting or standing, well, anyway, i did that last nite. i just didn’t factor in all the drinks i might consume and how that might affect the tightness of the said paints. all in all, it worked out. i think. played bingo at this bar i really like, came close to winning a vibrator. this fat, asian dude beat me. fucker.

eating pizza when i’m shitfaced is very important.

the only thought in my mind is, “i will do anything to eat pizza.” a bomb could take out half the bar i was drinking in and it would phase me in the least. i turn into this big tard and all i talk about is cheese pizza. i might even get desperate. this is why it’s a good idea to hang out with someone who needs to eat when they’re smashed, just like you.