Sunday, July 31, 2011
Babies Don't Like Blue Anymore
On the way home we were walking behind some guy who's t-shirt read: "I fucked Jesus STUPID" with a picture of a foetus hanging from a coat hanger. He was pretty cheerful considering.
The floor is paved with bottle caps from last night. Another reason for the vultures: had a pretty successful drinking party and for the first time, none of my actual friends were there. It was the acting crowd. This one guy stared at me in disbelief when I told him that I enjoy writing art history themed papers. Then he made off with Kat's straw hat with a big black bow. I believe there may have been some shot-gunning going on in the bathtub. All I know for sure is that I am going to make bread with the left overs.
On the menu for this evening: symphonies in the harbor, fire (works) in the sky.