time to write an entry that isn't entirely depressing.
I had a pretty nice weekend. I certainly missed abby. I got completely shitfaced with my friends. We broke the table on my boat. I got to see rachel not once, but twice. Everything is at least back to its normal state of crazy. The last few weeks were like twilight zone crazy. Jameson will from this point on be the drink of choice... it has served me well for 3 weeks. I need to try a drink called an irish car bomb... tori will you join me for one? my cousin is here right now, he's the one that I made look like doug from that cartoon in my pictures. I'm showing him the joys of broadband internet, and showing him how to mute the downbeat and strum the upbeat. He'll be a skankin' rudeboy before we know it. I'm going to move away from here as soon as I can... to NY or NJ. maybe work for the pike, or be a firefighter... we'll see what goes down. stone might take me in as a roommate in manhattan. My jeep works again... I renamed it... It is now the last starfighter. thats right bitches. come for a ride.
talk to me.
I had a pretty nice weekend. I certainly missed abby. I got completely shitfaced with my friends. We broke the table on my boat. I got to see rachel not once, but twice. Everything is at least back to its normal state of crazy. The last few weeks were like twilight zone crazy. Jameson will from this point on be the drink of choice... it has served me well for 3 weeks. I need to try a drink called an irish car bomb... tori will you join me for one? my cousin is here right now, he's the one that I made look like doug from that cartoon in my pictures. I'm showing him the joys of broadband internet, and showing him how to mute the downbeat and strum the upbeat. He'll be a skankin' rudeboy before we know it. I'm going to move away from here as soon as I can... to NY or NJ. maybe work for the pike, or be a firefighter... we'll see what goes down. stone might take me in as a roommate in manhattan. My jeep works again... I renamed it... It is now the last starfighter. thats right bitches. come for a ride.
talk to me.
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the boy went psycho. i don't know what the fuck he was in the mental ward for. he's doing better though. at one point he was on enough anti-depressants to kill a herd of small horses.
long distance is for suckers. and yeah. he's real fuckin cute, but that's about where it stops. he'd be a lot cuter if he didn't talk
he seems like the type to shortly turn into one of those cooing face touchers. it might be his insistance on calling me sweetie. those are the types of people that get mad when i refer to them as nothing but assnuts or dorkface. it's a term of endearment.. i swear.....
neurosis is fine. it's comfortable.
hrmm. are there special ways to drive a submarine jeep known as the last starfighter? do people still play stick ball? isn't stick ball just the glorified ghetto baseball? i can think of many many more things that i'd like to hit with a stick
hehe. i'll definitly try to make it out to the bar. i don't know what's going on when yet though.
and yeah. the kittens are fuckin disgusting. have you ever been around things being born? it's fuckin gross. you'd just hear this loud yyooooooooooooooowl. and out popped another kitten. i still have nightmares. pregnant women skeeve me out even more. it reminds me of that movie aliens far too much....
hehe. well. you're good to let me babble. you can consider it something like charity. like when you have to go watch the retards try to jam square pegs in circular holes.
close your eyes and floor it.
i'm well familiar with sri's. i took a few psych classes and we discussed those. in depth. for weeks. i didn't know that they killed your sex drive though. good to know. perhaps i should go find some. i'm about to hump the nearest wall.
i dated this fuckin psycho about a year ago. i spent the entire time that i dated him telling him that he needed to up his anti-depressants. he kept telling me that i was wrong. and so he would come to my job and cry on my shoulder. like 5 times a week. it was really obnoxious. now, it's not like i have a real job- i'm a lifeguard, but goddamn. at work? so it got to the point where he'd be at work crying "but i love you..." and i would just have to say "and i appreciate that..". he still didn't get the point. yeah. so mother fucker ends up moving to nyc to be with me (i usually lifeguard in delaware during for the summer) after i tell him REPEATEDLY that i don't want to be with him. so. point being. after i rid myself the dumb twat, that's when he decided to up his anti-depressants.
so what's drexel? if it's emo we're gonna fight. like full on knives out. i'll just warn you now. i don't get down to that shit. alright. so i'm quite familiar with chud the movie. but why did you name your bastardized baseball after the aforementioned film? hhrmmm. smashing air guitars. that must be an interesting task to watch.....
yeah. pregnant things scare the shit out of me. i used to have this one horribly pregnant woman swim at one of my pools. she looked like she was gonna pop. and she insisted upon wearing a bikini. it freaked me the fuck out. or one of the last times i was hospitalized. they gave me some absolutely amazing fucking painkillers... and i accidentally walked into the pregnancy section of the hospital damn near tripping. yeah. pregnant things skeave me the fuck out
barbed penii? what the fuck?
charity sounds better. it makes me feel as though i'm reaking my evil much better than i apparently am in all reality. you see? it all makes sense.
bleh. your entire gender still sucks. i can't decide whether bad sex is better than no sex. cause goddamn. and that stupid stupid piercing boy.............
blargh.
the rock isn't just for smoking anymore...