Jizz biscuit and gravy

Just got home from working all weekend. Stu caught me walking up the stairs to my apartment and wanted to grab coffee. All I wanted was to finish my joint, eat a veggie omelet, masturbate in the shower and cap it off by falling into a deep coma state a year because I’m working on 56 hours of no sleep.

So I said no.

I was slightly bummed when I opened my fridge and realized I forgot to buy veggies before my weekend work extravaganza. Poo.

But fuck it. A breakfast bake worked just fine.

For all the pervs, I have this heartbreaking news: I’m not actually going to masturbate in the shower. I received an offer over the weekend to do work for one of my favorite bands. I just about jizzed in my boy shorts when I got the news. I’ve done my share of band artwork but most clients are underground/unsigned artists. It’ll be the perfect project for when I go to the beach house.

I actually welcomed this past weekend. It kept my mind off shit.

New guy at work reminds me of an emo cannibal. Not a cannibal who eats emos. But a "trendy" assfuck looking cannibal.

I should really give people a chance. ……..Nah.

I gave my roommate notice to look for another place to live. First of September and I’m off to the padres. Need to talk to Stu about leaving my mail key with him. I hate explaining my leave of absence.

My…eyes…are…heavy.

zonk.