saturday night i destroyed myself in williamsburg.

i had three gin and tonics, and a shot of...well...sour cream, jager, and peach schnapps. i'm pretty sure i also drank some jack and coke and a couple sips of frozen margarita. i don't remember much, besides a catfish taco, walking in on a girl peeing in the men's bathroom, and a hookah. and walking home in the pouring rain at 4:30 in the morning. i met new people, nice people. i think i can call them friends. a girl my age, too. i'm really worried about money. really worried. it's making me very stressed, and my eyes are twitching.

soon, i will explode. and on that note...

it started like a stone. i grew it out but then i rested it, i found sweet road. it came announced on the right. i left my purse then found the road. i'm tainted in a patchy problem, none can tell what i can tell ya. let them eagles have good times. it's a road and not a soda. i found sweet road, i found sweet road.