I am an innocent man...

...or woman. But you get the deal because there's a good chance you have seen my boobs or my period blood staining my jeans. It's all good. I worked at the museum today and I got a bottle of wine. And I have decided since I'm made fun of for getting drunk before dinner, I will actually get drunk prior to dinner. We are meeting at 6:30pm and it's 5:30. I've only had one cup so far but that's actually an accomplishment because this wine tastes like grinded children. Now, I'm all up for eating grinded babies, but there comes a point when the tender, juicy and sweet meat which a baby makes up is soured by age. Ironic since a bottle of wine gets better with age. They could just be bad grapes. But I'm likin' the getting drunk before dinner idea...but lately I'm accustomed to drinking and my body just gets sleepy, so I have to keep drinking steadily until 6:30. I'm gonna read some of the sex books that I took out from the library yesterday because there are eleven and I only finished one since yesterday...and it's due sometime in May. Yeah.

I'm gonna be like Charnow and sip wine and read statistics about women and their sexuality.

Peace out nukkas.

Pirate skulls and bones

Sticks and stones and weed in bongs

Running when we hit 'em

Lethal poison through their system