I don’t think no explanation’s needed

I’ll update soon, three, four day bender. Blowing off much stress, too much rock, “Kill Bill” a second time with Michelle. Mito, Tammie, Rebecca, OrANGE cRUSH shots, Jim Beam, cheap stop and rob pizza. Go to bed at four, wake up six. Bad food, thirty six D’s, thirty six DD’s. Smell like four kinds of perfume, and a muthafucker knows I don’t wear any. Lacuna Coil, Dog Fashion Disco, Dark Matter. Spending money I can’t afford, but God knows I needed this.