Party For The Grown and Sexy

Hey.

I should re-caption this.

It's more like "MY class of '11"

I think everyone else's year was much more clear.

Not mine. Pretty much this everyday. Everyone, everything, is a big blur.

I took this picture, and sought it as the closest thing to kind of

show people what I see.

Oh, well. This is how it is. Everyone's so confused and whining.

I think we all whine to much. It's kind of annoying. You know?

"I'm busy trying to be happy, pal. Deal with your own shit!"

Yeah. That's what i'd say in some other dimension.

I asked my best friend if she thought I was a sad soul.

She said. "I wouldn't say sad. But I wouldn't say happy though"

Hah! Man. I wish I could see myself from the outside.

If I could do that, Hell! If we could all do that!

Everyone would be so...

different.

And oh yes, i've acquired good business skills.

Which means Eli has income.

And I get A's and B's and I clean.

I'm such a good son.

And for this, I pamper myself. With copious amounts of weed.