Kiss me a question, ask me again with your eyes, and I’ll answer with my fingers, trailing reasons down your spine. There’s a theory behind your knees and a postulate in that sweet spot on your neck, and I’ll respond to your query with a smooch and a holler, roll you up against the sink and wash your hair, make love till the plates fall off the shelf.
Monday May 5 @ 01:52pm
such a good ass night.
played pong for the first time and i discovered i have a natural talent for getting ping pong balls into red solo cups. everyone wanted me on their team. they kept calling me “b-ball camp” because they were convinced my breif stint at a summer basketball camp in elementary school attributed to my success in making shots.
people brought guitars and someone brought their bass, and people were jamming out and playing pong and drinking and, i don’t know, it was just a really good time.
then ben, kevin, and i tried to make pasta and brownies while drunk…which proved difficult…but we were victorious!
after such a shitty work-shift yesterday, last night was exactly what i needed. good company, good music, mediocre alcohol, and great times.
