of gunshots and v-laced nights

This week has definitely been a sensational blur. The week started off with my cousin buying a new razr and another cousin asking me to create a name for a media outfit. It then evolved into basketball bloopers and MWF red horse shots. Anne, another cousin has "granuloma anolaris" to which I always refer to as "granulosa areola". We hung out a couple times this week, specifically, wednesday then last night.

Saturday was pretty fucked up. We were at sax from 1am to almost 5. We didn't close the bar this time as some assholes closed it up for us. Here's the story: a group of crackheads (formerly known as bosconians) engaged in a brawl with their long standing enemies over a girl (to which my cousin referred to as uglier than crap) then fired shots outside. All this happened with not one of us moved at all. We were still chilling at the dj booth while all the shit was crackin'. After a while we then realized it was time to call it a night. A sad one at that.

Last night, we just chilled tho. We poked fun at anne's granulosa areola, had slowpokes, ate pizza, drank iced teas and cokes and then just plain slept.