Best thing ever:
I found my own weed guy. Which means if I want to smoke and he’s got it, I don’t have to share with a middle man.
What I learned:
Ray Bradbury is the coldest muthafucking science fiction writer of all time. Oh and I get espn3 via Xbox live. Dope.
Cook them chicken wingettes before they spoil in my fridge. If they rot by tonight, I’ll be pissed.
Song of the Day:
P-Funk- Get Up. Felt pretty funky this weekend. Had to turn it off I was so funky.
Why don’t they make an over the counter viagra yet?