im gettin' too good at gettin' franked before 9:00pm, haha. It's like a defense mechanism to prevent myself from spending too much money.
I may or may not have drunk too much while cooking dinner. All I know is that somehow my wrists are burning from the chilies I was cutting...
I somehow ended up at an after party in bel-air and it was super fucking weird and I don't know who owns the house but he was called Phil. I'm sorry for raiding your fridge Phil, but I have McDonalds now