I Never Met a Comma I Didn't Like
I woke up in a van in the woods this morning. Sandwiched between my ex and his sister. That kind of week.
Wicked party last night. Anderson, being an highly interesting and creative person, knows a large amount of highly interesting and creative people, thus leading to highly interesting and creative events. Stoopidity, incited by, among other things, a keg of Flying Dog IPA. I hope Anderson's floor doesn't cave in soon, we really did fuck it up proper. That's what you get for rocking out, I suppose. Surprisingly, we didn't burn anything.
Gonna miss that guy, and all the other fuckers who are getting out this semester. They're good kids, and the place won't be the same without them.
There's a damn hurricane of change hitting this place. I have faith there will be survivors. Hopefully, I will be on that list.
Plagued with free time? This will take care of a little of it.