spy this

My mom reads all your blogs.
Yeah thats right.
We offended Emilie's mother.
I feel bad, but our band isn't meant to be taken that literally.
On that note, I wrote a new song.
Its about almost being raped in New Orleans and then having sex with a broken bottle.
Theres more to it but I'll let the suspense build.
After the most none-progressive day at work, I went to a party.
I got so many work visits though it made the day fun.
Alex, Mitch, Brian, Amy, Natalie, Ed and Justin.
Without these people I would of hung myself off the bread cabinet.
7 customers for 3 hours.
What the hell?
WERE THE BUSIEST SUBWAY IN THE MARITIMES!
The party was at Savannah's house.
It was spy themed but this wasn't brought to my attention until the night of.
Savannah was dressed like sex on legs, hot.
I had a good time, the puppy is adorable.
I got way too drunk way too fast.
I sang the whole walk home, and tried to make sense of the internet.
After a half-hour I had to give up.
I went to bed with Ed at my computer.
I woke up at 8 and he was still sitting there.
I was still drunk, I remember mumbling something to him about putting on Chelsea Girls for me.
This morning I spend six god damn hours in front of this computer.
I blame this blog for my hours wasted.
Its time for an R.Kelly dvd fest.
I'm pretty excited, excited to have human contact outside from roommates that is.