i drank a lot yesterday and felt wobbly this morning. matt said he couldn’t tell i was loaded. i said i am good at hiding it but fil, he knows because he is jedi master of detecting boozedness and then i try and say that i’m not and have this retarded look on my face and my eyes look in opposite directions and then i turn into pervotron sleazebag 3000.

we just got back from the gay forest what is stanley park.

they have a nice view from their condo.

fil and i are couch-surfing and sleeping so close makes me sweat like mental so my hair is extra retarded when i get up and jen and matt are good at acting like my hair isn’t insanely frizzy curly totally nerdy and then i go look in the mirror and want to die. i swear my hair looks like a big ole wig. i never should have dyed it.

i know i complain about it a lot , sorry.

oh ya i saw chloe yesterday, it had been years.

i think i am still drunk.

for some reason my lips are really chapped and feel inflated and puffy.

ok i am done talking about myself for now.

ps stanley park feels like you are in the lord of the rings.

also ps i like when casey out of nowhere goes mental on his fuzzy ball and barks at nothing, he makes me feel better about being special.