i attended a cookout/smokeout last night. i can describe it in the following ways: good steak. good hotdogs. good beer. good high.

it was good.

getting high will always make me do one or more of the following things: want coffee. play videogames. sleep.

sometimes all three. last night, just two.

bx and i played some videogames until i became sleepy and went to bed. and by bed i mean we did the following things: bx tried to get in my pants. i tried to sleep.

this lasted ten minutes.

::bleee doo bleee doo bleeeeee::

yes, i know. i have a retarded ringtone. i'm over it.

i get a text to pick up homeboy from a partywhich makes me pretty happy for the following reasons: he is responsible for knowing that he was incapable of driving... heh... lightweight... ((kidding)) i don't have to continue ignoring/fighting off bx. i enjoy sleeping next to homeboy.

the conversation went sort of like this:

::bleee doo bleee doo bleeeeee::

mengtar said:

uh... i'm bringing you home.

bx said:

what?!!? why??

mengtar said:

because homeboy is coming over.

bx said:

but i'm already over.

mengtar said:

yes, but he bought the bed and you're not that good.

bx's face said:

sad panda.



also, a drunk and high mengtar does not give a shit.