Austin and I are high as shit, singing along to Counting Crows’ “A Long December.” We were both in our underwear until about 5 minutes ago, and that only changed because I put cutoff shorts on. It’s 5.07pm. Did I mention that the song is blasting from my netbook, even though there’s a desktop computer hooked up to surround sound and a giant flatscreen THAT AUSTIN IS USING? Also, we hate the Counting Crows.
These are the reasons why my life makes sense.
ok here’s the deal…i’m coming there in 4 weeks for a couple of weeks…you guys have to come out here sometime in june or july and chill for a few days. you get here, i will give you guys the gas money to get home.
