I can drink just about anything.

just about anything really, but tonight i had a stale amsterdam beer and goddamn. i mean like, amsterdam is fuckin narsty anyways but stale? hells no peoples, tasted like sour belly buttons. anything, but i won't do that, oh no meatloaf, not will i eat you. nor. noreaga.
i hate laptops but they are sweet for being in bed or on the toilet. try it.
more of you need to post on here, i want to hear the raputurous voices of your drunkdom.
sad. sadness. and not cuz theres not enogh, on the contrary, always enough, but the stomach can fail before you do. for so long. not looking forward to the summer people, well i mean in a way i am, want to see the clothes peeled off and sit on patios. maybe peel some clorthes myself. from others.
yeah
worried about seeing some peoples again, worried i'm still a lose. still? just a lose. ah dear.
dear dear dear.

pooooootaaaaaaatooooooooooo

got drunk with roomates and threw potatoes and mayonnaisy french fries and nutella=shmeared bread at the windows of my neighbours. potato i chucked went inside window and boy looked at me. living on seventh floor is fun. hope I donèt get stuck in elevator with him.