So here's the title*.
I went to 22 tonight
As any good Samaritan would
Met a fellow and a lady, friends with one of the new waitresses (Dree)
Lady? Cutie, borderline phenomenal
Names Kat
She digs me, I dig her, (Dude's chill),
They're club*slash*bar-bound headed
Now decision haunts me
"Fucking shit." ...always on an off night
Friday I'm in love
Saturday, hungover
I'm toast!
.... an excuse. I guess.
But fuck beans
if you kiss me I'll kiss back double
And their destination horrible
Her damn smile bite-able
I'm left a taste of missed life
I let her go to the bar, I stay
And that has made all the difference
ooooohhh frosty like robert & shit.
Anyway,
I live now satisfied with result.
But realize room for improvement.
at least I didn't totally blow it, eh?
Have to not look down on the upside. 'Cause ya know,
Everyday ends...
here's some pics!
I wear a bandanna now. I'm going to try and get green and yellow ones too, and if possible, a yellow one with a green pot leaf. Also the words "Thug Life" tattooed down my arms.
This is me being nickleback....
I apologize.
Don't judge fireworks.
*refer to :: "title"
I catch a piece of the rise while loading up my van.
Base of operations, midday-ish. The hot peppers give it away. In the morning there is Starbucks. Coffee comes first.
Here's my tool's spot, water slot, stapler, radio, and Tim's tape measure.
My new toy. CJSW jazz mornings just arn't cutting it. This thing rocks. The salesclerk thinks he pulled one over on me and got his commission from tricking me. Bologna. I had his number the whole time. Note the hot peppers.... mmm quiznos.
Hello rockies. I've got my eyes on you. This year it's personal.
