Loo-Hoo-Ser

at 720am, while people were out getting trampled to death in stores for the best deals (fuckin sheep, smh), i was driving around aimlessly in fairbanks sippin a horribly mixed white chocolate mocha (i'm disappointed in you girls over there @ University West Sunrise Espresso. Tisk tisk.), smoking a blunt from last night & listenin to the classical station on iheartradio. Now, it's 811 and i am baked son. How sad. How very very sad. Good news tho: today's a 'let's write some songs day' aaaaand, there's still some stuffing left from last night. BONG!

that is all.

Baaaah!