I'm hunkered down in the basement. Gabe's birthday above me. I got him riding into infinity with a well placed bowl. His girlfriend and our other roommate are being annoying and awful, as usual in these situations. And as in these situations, I am on different levels. Literally, not figuratively. I'm in the basement, hunkered down. Gabe's birthday above me.
Valeria Golina, from Hot Shots and Hot Shots: Park Deux, is completely hot and totally pipable.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
This is maybe the beginnings of a suit for Prom. I wasn't gonna dress up, but I have pride enough to admit I like it. I don't look half shitty in a suit and tie. I hope my hair grows a bit before then, in all vain honesty. It's what sets me apart from the boys, them wavy locks.
News Flash
Margot_Dent, one half of the super cool losers brigade 9000, is going/coming/attending/rocking SG PROM 2005. That's bonkers stoopid and I look forward to it. A Margot/BillH/SNES reunion the likes of which the West Coast has never seen.
MEANWHILE:
Our basement is awesome. We found a loveseat on the street which quickly found refuge in our downstairs. Since I wrote that song, the basement has filled with plenty of cool people. It's now a room for the copius amount of ma[cigerette]ana smoke that was usually coming out of my room.
Thanks to you, now I get, what I want-ant
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABE!
This guy just broke my piece. We're taking huge rips off of the broken stem. It's amazing. Just bonkers nutty. There's millions of conversations. When the guy broke it, he said we had to make it seem like someone stepped on it. Then the other guy laughed and told him it was MY piece. I laughed. Something just exploded now and resin soaked stems are raining on my keyboard. This will continue to be glorious, this will continue to be good.
Valeria Golina, from Hot Shots and Hot Shots: Park Deux, is completely hot and totally pipable.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
This is maybe the beginnings of a suit for Prom. I wasn't gonna dress up, but I have pride enough to admit I like it. I don't look half shitty in a suit and tie. I hope my hair grows a bit before then, in all vain honesty. It's what sets me apart from the boys, them wavy locks.
News Flash
Margot_Dent, one half of the super cool losers brigade 9000, is going/coming/attending/rocking SG PROM 2005. That's bonkers stoopid and I look forward to it. A Margot/BillH/SNES reunion the likes of which the West Coast has never seen.
MEANWHILE:
Our basement is awesome. We found a loveseat on the street which quickly found refuge in our downstairs. Since I wrote that song, the basement has filled with plenty of cool people. It's now a room for the copius amount of ma[cigerette]ana smoke that was usually coming out of my room.
Thanks to you, now I get, what I want-ant
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABE!
This guy just broke my piece. We're taking huge rips off of the broken stem. It's amazing. Just bonkers nutty. There's millions of conversations. When the guy broke it, he said we had to make it seem like someone stepped on it. Then the other guy laughed and told him it was MY piece. I laughed. Something just exploded now and resin soaked stems are raining on my keyboard. This will continue to be glorious, this will continue to be good.
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my ex had a 200 convertible gt and i always liked switching cars with him
by the way, how the hell did it take you only 4 minutes to read all the comments? do you speed-read?
unfortunately, I keep having to look at the last comment on the very first page of your journal everytime I post to you. each time my stomach lurches because I 'think' it's supposed to be sexual innuendo.
anywaysss, I hope you had a good day out. it's supposed to be even hotter today.
(I bolded lurch hoping you might think it's a funny word.)