January 2012
December 2011
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pregaming with mom.
i’ll stay in so she can go to her work christmas party. she bought me some shooters, i just packed a bowl and now we’z dancin’. i love you mom.
also.
it’s near impossible to ignore the rate in which you get drunk at a higher altitude. i dig it. ask me stuff to entertain myyyyy buzzed ass.
anyways.
i could really use something to drink other than wine, but when you have a box i guess you have to pull-through til you’re out. gonna go pick up my mom then head over to tay’s. im such an awesome son, i pick her up, bowl loaded and coffee in hand. when she used to pick me up she was late and grouchy.