Got drunk for the first time with my dad tonight. I've had three or four beers with the guy over the course of a night before but it never really did much to me tbh. We're driving up to my school tomorrow so I guess he wanted a drinking buddy after my mom fell asleep and poured me four strong ass vodka tonics (so that's where I get my drink pouring technique from) while I introduced him to It's Always Sunny In Philidelphia, which he actually enjoyed more than I expected him to.

Earlier in the day I said my last goodbyes to a couple of friends too. Got some drum brushes randomly from my best friend as a thank you for lending him my (extremely dank) vinyl collection. I'm talking Mr. Bungle, Miles Davis, Ravi Shankar, Throbbing Gristle, Captain Beefheart, USA, Fifty Foot Hose, Velvet Underground, Ornette Coleman, The Residents...I would give a nice thank you gift to someone for that too. Bittersweet moment but more sweet than anything.

too ****ing drunk to care about anything, wish I was dead

Then give me all your money.

maybe later.

Have another drink.

Going to a nice swanky restaurant with my daughter, and her grandfather today. Noms.

Are you ready for some football?

I'll be glued to the tube today for about 6 hours. Go Pats!

Woke up. Fed kitten. Came back to MB. Hello everyone!

Hi friend.

Sooo, wicked hangover. What sucks is that I can have three beers one night and still wake up feeling like shit, doesn't matter how much I drink. It's the shittiest inherent disposition someone could have.

^Your avatar is orgasmic.