into BOLIVIAN

There’s something about Mondays that really grinds my gears. I’ve only been away for an hour and a half, but I really wish I was back in bed, warm as fuck, dreaming about Ashlynn Brooke under the sheets. Seriously, I could dog it to that image all day, every day, but no, not on Mondays. Mondays, you have to put on a smiling face and really seize the day. Carpe fucking diem, brah.  And to make matters worse, the weekend has finally caught up with me and I’m limping around like some old man with a walker and a sore rectum. I don’t know what happened, I don’t remember what happened, but I have what I think is a fractured jaw and a tweaked out back. Can’t explain the back problem because keystoned hasn’t laid a fattie in a while and has been on his back most of the weekend, but the jaw could have been either a good ol’ slap to the face for grabbing some ass or a solid jab in the face for grabbing some girl’s ass. Regardless, it seems worth it and I’m not mad at it, except that chewing feels impossible. I’m completely out of dip right now, which don’t help my cause either and I’m feening something awful. Just got to punch out these TPS reports, blow through a few more classes, and MNF here I come! Pats are on a bye week, whatever, I’ll watch the Ravens. Or some hockey.

@keystonedd