last nite’s dinner:
shared this.
i think this flavour was invented for gin or vodka so we are saving it.
fil’s turkey meatloaf jail food.
if you can believe it i finally sorted through the box of my shit my dad gave me two months ago, it was like final straw go through it day lest fil come home switch contacts for glasses and turn into MEAN FIL then the nite is fucking RUINED.
i have some stuff i don’t want and won’t sell i mean you can have it i am not paying for shipping well for the one thing i can it is a fake gucci wallet the other is a trinket box i put stickers and nail polish all over when i was cuckoo, i bought it in LA i’ll take pics of them later.
it’s so fucking hot.
i am going for a tan later, my ass crack was peeling for awhile there. i found my elton john cd and best of crazy michael jackson hello itunes.
last nite was sober nite as well as back to back episodes of hell’s kitchen how stressful is that show! and the fat asian crybaby, breaks my HEART! fil got mad at me feeling sad for him.
all my new/old junk spread throughout the condo cid is visitting it all and trying to bury it in the floor holy get a life.
oh wait awesome he just stuffed himself into this tiny plastic papers and pens basket one that would be on a desk in an office, quite shallow, i’ll show you a picture.
there’s all this shit in it too, my highschool diploma and keys and little things i think it will be his new favourite place to party. like time-out land.
