Last night was wonderful. I slept. Watched cartoons. Painted my nails shiny pink (oooo). Went to TKE house with Hoodie and Fritz then to the Cornel's house and we got fucked up and played fuseball. Fritz and the cornel played guitar. I was so fucked up. They laughed at me and took pictures of me. Which is only fitting. It was a really good time.

Death by dildo! Fuseball's the devil! I am the leading scorer on both teams!

It cracks me up how much you sincerely believe when you are fucked up that you think soooo clearly. Even sober I still think that I think better fucked up. Well maybe not better, but like a shroud is lifted from my vison when I get fucked up. This shroud covers what I should see and what is so simple when I am sober. I like the way that I think then. It's so different and away from the ordinary.

-kln-

"I had a life of vision..."