n'est pas

Earlier I decided to write a post noting the pettiness of the previous post, but in light of recent events I find it sufficive to say:
I am drunk. Motherfucking mojitos and thier ways.

I just talked to Sara...maybe I will move to Seattle.

Ok i am still drunk five seconds later.

I am going to mjq now. I have a feeling i am going to regret this later.

But hell interpol's there and as big of assholes as they were last time I met them maybe they have since matured. Uh huh.

To mj(ackass) q!