Since midnight I have experienced the joy of listening to the party next door. I got to listen to everyone arrive, greet each other, and head for the beer. An hour later, I got to smell them as they passed round the pot. After that, it was the drunken brawls. And now, we are to the sick "oh God, why did I mix alcohol and pot in that order it's time to go puke my guts out in the shrubbery!"
I must say, it has painted a rather odd soundtrack for the last stretch of my blogging.
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- Glo Paint
- Tacoma, Washington, United States
- Because I know that time is always time/ And place is always and only place/ And what is actual is actual only for one time/ And only for one place/ I rejoice that things are as they are and/ I renounce the blessèd face.
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2 comments:
your neighbor sounds like a douche.
or my brothers. whichever.
They're classmates of mine. I'm living a block off-campus from my uni right now.
At least I was already planning on being awake.
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