Accounts of a Night Owl

i would love a good root with a girl with tattoos. they are sexy.

I fail at blogging. It is too much effort to repost. I am too lazy.

sweetcalamity:

it’s weird to think that some of the stars we see in the sky are dead by now

So its almost 12 noon here. I went out drinking last night with a very good family friend. at about 10pm she leaves and im with one of her work friends, a pretty chill dude from argentina. we leave and go to another bar, i think it was a gay bar, i have no idea. i meet 2 chicks, hang out with them and then lose them so i left. from there it gets a bit hazy, but i remember meeting some pretty cool chicks on a street corner, and i was invited to go with them to another bar. then i lose them and i dont remember what happens after we get in.

I wake up in my car at 1130am. its bright as fuck and i CANNOT feel my right hand… i dont know how i got there and im still drunk as fuck. theres about $15 in coins sitting in my lap. so i drive home. it was a nice drive along the river. now im home and going to pass out again. all i remember saying last night is “im from houston what is there to do around here.” and “where the fuck am i”

that was my night. and i still cant feel my right hand, which makes this message alot harder to type. night everyone, im going  back to sleep.