June 2011
May 2011
Shoot girl consider it done, I’m probably going to be in the city Friday night to see Vox and The Hound at the Eiffel Tower.
- Take an empty gallon jug and pour a fifth of your choice vodka in it.
- Add two packets of Crystal Light Pink Lemonade mix.
- Fill the rest of the gallon with Sprite.
- Drink the gallon of the final product; you may choose to share with friends.
My senior class coined this little concoction up…
Oh Slidell High Class of 2007, this was one of my favorite things to drink. I may have to make some tonight
I’ve officially met and talked to you once, seen you several times out and about at shows. The first, and only time we talked I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat and hit you in the face. The fact that you hugged me bye after only just meeting me clouded my mind the whole drive home. It wasn’t some of that side arm hug shit, it was a full frontal hug and you squeezed a bit. Last time I saw you I was really drunk and didn’t want to make an ass of myself by attempting to talk to you, but I’m pretty sure I noticed you looking at me several times at the show. Since then I’ve caught myself day dreaming about you, and more than once actually dreaming about you. I don’t ever crush like this on people I don’t really know, it makes me feel silly and embarrasses me too much to even talk to my friends about it. Something is pulling me towards you and its driving me crazy. I’ve decided that I’m going to spend alot of time in the city before I leave, hoping to run into you and buy you a coffee or a beer. In 12 days I leave for 3 months and if I don’t know you better by then its going to drive me crazy until I get back. I need to know you.
I’m fucking insane.
They are 4 blocks away from my house. Oh damnit Louisiana
But my bed is made so there I will remain