Last night, after a fun filled band practice, I spontaneously invited myself over to Tessa's house. We had a hell of a time.

We began cleaning her room, which was in the same state that the BABRs left it after the Valentine's day shindig. In simpler words: Awful. Pizza was decaying in her trash can and the floor was almost invisible. We went on a wonderfully satisfying cleaning spree.

We were interrupted by dinner. We cooked sausages over an open fire, which was deliciously lovely. We also had marshmellows. Mmmm...

Upon entering the house again, Charles Manson was on TV and there was a special on The Lives of Crime about the Manson Family. Creepy as fuck.

We finished cleaning Tessa's room while watching Family Guy on her computer. We then went to sleep. What an excellent day.

Now I am home and Tessa is off euthanizing small animals at the SPCA...

I'm kidding.