Drifting Away

Sparkling wine was sent to me by the devil. How is it that good? Jill already warned me of the killer hangover. But seriously. I could drink the stuff like grape soda. It's fucking delicious. It was made for young girls like me.

I can see two cockroaches on the porch together. One on the column, one on the floor. I wonder what they are discussing.

Tomorrow I'm going to see The Dark Knight at midnight.

I can't tell you how relieved I am that K-Dub isn't leaving the Playboy Mansion.

P.S. Look how FUCKINGAWESOMEASSHIT that poster is. 

P.P.S. I like listening to Santogold in this condish. 

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