Today I inherited a two foot tall green glass hookah. Cooooooool.

The weed gods visited tonight, and bestowed upon me a bonus housewarming nug. Aw.

All you have to do to be a photographer these days is take photos, and I even suck at doing that. Poor camera. I’ll pick you up soon.

So we lit the dumpster on fire. And I’m upstairs smoking a bowl listening to them blaring “we didn’t start the fire” as the cops cruise the parking lot. Oh, finals week. You always end beautifully.

I’m going to say right now that I predict several awful diy tats by the end of this summer. I think they’re so charming. It’s stupid. But shut up.