good times

you know it's bad when you're at the house of a recovering alcoholic and you're drinkg all her beer with her. and then you move onto stella, which requires a bottle opener, and the opener kinda sucks. you find out it's the only opener in the house, and it's an o doule's opener.

fuck that was funny. just the irony, and yes, irony is right here. using her only bottle opener to open alcoholic beer. anywho, it was the best night i've had in ages. sunday night was pretty good, too, if i may say.

you wanna know something? i love the smell of patchouli. just fucking love it. DAMN