This is a bad post about a par night

Hello, my name is John and I listen to love songs at 2:30 in the morning.

I woke up 12 hours ago in such a fucking huff, and I'll tell you why world. I had to work 30 minutes after waking up, and it's like a 20 minute drive after factoring in the mindfuck that is currently state route 8. Seriously, lawd, clean that mess you made up promptly, please and thank you.


Jason prank called me at work. He tried to, I kind of catch on to things quickly. He called asking about a pizza, and I went on to say that it was a hotel and I really did wish we sold pizza. We tried to get some after work, and fuck you hungry howie's. Fuck you. They were closed, we walked in and they were like LOL WE ARE NOT OPEN ANY MOAR. You know what we did? We went to Taco Bell and tortured our innards with that toxic...Food. I guess it was food. Mine had sour cream in it, and guess what I don't even like: sour dang cream. REEALLLLLY do not like the stuff. I ate it anyways because I was unhappy. We dined on the stoop of some paint store on water st in Kent. Messed the place up somethin' fierce too. Taco fixins, everywhere. Good times.

Then we went on to firefly AKA holyshitguiseletsgosmokehookah. Le sigh. Par. We did stay after closing to sit with the poeple who work there. They're nice. We played a game called "did you know" were we make up crazy details about whatever after saying "Did you know...?"

Oh man. I couldn't even keep a straight face half the time.

Favorites included:

"Cows don't have a top row of teeth."

"Posh spice is running for president in france"

and "Macy gray is going to sing on M.Ward's next album"


All in all a very par night, really. Lessthanthree though. Lessthanthree.