fiyah.

i used to chill in dumont everyyy singgllee weekend at my boy mikes house. itd be a few of us jus sittin around drinkin like fishes, puffin like dragons, bein mesmerized by the music visualizations on the big screen, laughin, fightin, & jus having a grreat time.

i have no idea how we survived all of those nights.. we would get so unnecessarily FUCKED UP.

well one day.. it was a lil chilly in there so i had my jacket on wit my hood up & everythang. i put a cigarette in my mouth grabbed the lighter & lit it. you know when people fuck with the lighter to make the flame huge? i mean HUGE. ok well this asshole luke so did that. i was like whooaa.

then i realized my forehead was kinda hot. 'guys. . . is my fur on fire?' 'OMG! ANDREA YOUR HOODS ON FIRE!' im still madd slow cuz im so fucked up im like 'ooohh shiiit' ::starts hittin self in forehead madd hard like d'oh! d'oh! d'oh!::

i burned the middle of my fur trim completely off & some hairs. it smelled soooooo bad like a turd covered in burnt hair. everyone was panicking but we were all laughin like crazy. & my friend craig runs & gets me a wet paper towel to soothe the pain. i even had some tiny tiny lil blisters on my forehead.

pahahaha. aren't i so cute? LOL.