  alone. sad. jaded. three words i dread, though all apply today. but what can i really do. have i mentioned that we are having a party on friday night?
you are cordially invited. so he said, and she said c: fuck coachella c: Vegas, baby k: ok then. im in. k: vegas. its always daylight. free booze flows.
its the freak mecca of the world. there are hooker trading cards. and what happens there stays there. k: glorious place. c: I think it would be a real party then k: exactly. k: and they dont mind if you smoke the dope in the hotels.
woo! c: people wouldn't be afraid to drink and smoke and let loose k: exactly. its vegas. youve got to. c: I know c: Plus, here's the kicker... c: no one has to drive anywhere, no excuse to stay sober k: ding! c: of course, it could just turn into one big 12 hour orgy c: that'd be an awkward drive home k: haha yeah, id say the odds are pretty good there.
k: also true haha c: I think there's always a lot of pent up sexual tension amongst coworkers c: you add boose and subtract inhabitions... c: you got yourself a party k: haha maybe youre right. k: i hate everyone in HB, so ill argue that. k: except lisa. but there is no sexual tension there. :-) c: you never know... say that again after taking a few shots k: haha you have a point men. fuck 'em.
i take that back. goodnight to you. i need some sleep. or atleast to lie down and stare at the wall and think about sleeping and listen to sad sad songs. sweet dreams. when you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
(thanks frank) 
