drank beers with the guys that crushed my heart. found a new roommate. she has a cute ass dog. got complimented on my outfit. got called a “hipster douchebag” while riding my bike home. currently smoking a spliff, cuddling with my cat and going to bed.
two beers deep. cara is on facebook chat helping me kill time. talking about the ipad, surfer blood and riding fixed gear bikes in the city. it's dumb. don't do it.
third beer. trying to explain to cara what 'live blogging' is. listening to BOAT. it's all right. listen to it if you feel like it. they sound like the pixies on pop steroids because pitchfork is laughing at us.
mens fasion. three women. one man. it's happening. stay tuned.
finally finished downloading 'darkness come alive'. i'm gonna mosh by myself for a minute. brb
all right. back.
"i was pretending i was a cockney thug..." - cara. thank GOD you're still online.
more beer. brb.
thought i found a box spring on the street RIGHT out front of my apartment. but it was a double. bullshit. i got 12 beers, though. and surfer blood. wooo.
fuck. this album is good. astro coast. get into it.
my room is nothing but empty furniture and old beer cans. this. is. my. life... fuck.
not sure how into having different blogs linked together i am. how about you? also, typing is becoming a chore. wish i had ichat on this fucker. maybe i'll try skype?
skyping with cara. she's starting a new blog, 'so fucking husband'. check it out when we aren't so drunk.
only on beer number five. wow. this is gonna be a long night.
cara is not being AT ALL obvious.
james deen; hung over and strung out=hotness.
i don't care about fashion marketing. i need a cigarette.
yawning. woah. too many cigarettes and beer. typing is hard... pass out time.
cara is taking screencaps of me on skype and laughing. not cool. p.s. i've got the one eye.