Pink Elephants

last night, while watching "Dazed and Confused", i began to miss partying.

as juvenile as it sounds, i really miss the long nights of drunken debauchery, witty banter, uncontrollable laughters, and the inevitable crashes.
i even miss getting lifted on some top-notch crop.

i used to participate in all those "activities" seemingly on the daily.


that hasn't been me for quite a while now.
not since October, perhaps.


funny, this morning i received a phone call from my manager.
he asked if i partied this weekend. (yeah, he's weird...) promptly, i replied, "no, i don't do that anymore."
he said, "whaaat? i didn't stop partying until i was 27!"


that made me feel old.
i've peaked at the age of 21.
that cannot be.
that will not do.


come to think of it,
i've been 21 for almost 5 months now, yet, i've actually cut down on the raging.

i grew up all too quickly since i started my new job.
i'd erased my bad habits without looking back.


but, needless to say, i do miss them.



however you want to put it, my goal for this weekend is to get fucked up/cross-faded/smashed/SHAMBIZZED!
:)