Not much happens in my daily life that makes me want to log it, and keep track of it. I guess, I'll just type about everything that happened since eleven o' clock this morning.
11:00: Woke up to the sound of the television, MacGyver was about to rig up some explosives, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but why miss a fuckin' explosion so I woke up, the bomb went off, and I got up and went to take a shower.
12:00: I was getting into my car and after brushing up against the side of it I noticed a thick layer of salt from this pseudo-snowstorm we had the other day. I thought of washing it, then I saw the cats. These cats sit on my car everytime I wash that shit. I like cats, so I haven't killed 'em, and I haven't said anything to my neighbors because that would be a bitch move. Anyway I got in the car and listened to the Horrorist all the way to my grandma's house. I got to grandma's, drank a cup of coffee, listened to her talk shit for about a half an hour, then I left.
1:00: Got home and pulled out a can of primer and started priming my big ass cube I built in my studio.
2:00: Finished priming the outside of the cube, and climbed inside of the cube (Like I said, it's a big ass cube) to chill for a second and puff some herbs. I turned on some Master P and thought about how gangsta I was for building a huge fucking cube on wheels.
3:00: Got out of the box, high as hell and starving. I went to the kitchen and stole some of my roommate's Girl Scout cookies, and then ate a roll of Ritz crackers, but that didn't satisfy me. I went out and bought a fat chicken sandwich and then I was starting to feel a little bit better.
4:00: Sat on my ass and watched Maury Povich, I was disappointed. I hate the shows with the out of control teens, give me the "Baby's Daddy" episodes, and the one with the shemale pageant.
5:00: Now it's five, and I'm typing. Let me go live some more, and then you can read some more, but so far it's been a fairly uneventful day, I feel lazy.
11:00: Woke up to the sound of the television, MacGyver was about to rig up some explosives, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but why miss a fuckin' explosion so I woke up, the bomb went off, and I got up and went to take a shower.
12:00: I was getting into my car and after brushing up against the side of it I noticed a thick layer of salt from this pseudo-snowstorm we had the other day. I thought of washing it, then I saw the cats. These cats sit on my car everytime I wash that shit. I like cats, so I haven't killed 'em, and I haven't said anything to my neighbors because that would be a bitch move. Anyway I got in the car and listened to the Horrorist all the way to my grandma's house. I got to grandma's, drank a cup of coffee, listened to her talk shit for about a half an hour, then I left.
1:00: Got home and pulled out a can of primer and started priming my big ass cube I built in my studio.
2:00: Finished priming the outside of the cube, and climbed inside of the cube (Like I said, it's a big ass cube) to chill for a second and puff some herbs. I turned on some Master P and thought about how gangsta I was for building a huge fucking cube on wheels.
3:00: Got out of the box, high as hell and starving. I went to the kitchen and stole some of my roommate's Girl Scout cookies, and then ate a roll of Ritz crackers, but that didn't satisfy me. I went out and bought a fat chicken sandwich and then I was starting to feel a little bit better.
4:00: Sat on my ass and watched Maury Povich, I was disappointed. I hate the shows with the out of control teens, give me the "Baby's Daddy" episodes, and the one with the shemale pageant.
5:00: Now it's five, and I'm typing. Let me go live some more, and then you can read some more, but so far it's been a fairly uneventful day, I feel lazy.