fuck livejournal.

I hate my computer as much as I hate pop-up ads.
I hate pop-up ads as much as I hate my life.

<3

The other night I had boys night in.
I drank beers and we talked about girls.

Last night Beau and Bonnie showed up at my door
Then Autumn came over with Jason
We had the whole cast of characters, minus one
I figured we could find a stand in for him
And possibly go rent a camera and a van

Yeah, you know the drill.

So tonight I was enjoying my usual venti iced soy caramel macchiato and clove. Then a bird shat on my head. Later on I made a burrito.

Piip Show: A reality show that resembles CBS' Big Brother. Only with birds.

Note the irony of finding a "social realistic experiment with birds" after having been shit on by one. It's fate baby.

So buying a house is out of the question until October.
Looks like Grandma's house will be the place to be.

Whenever I order boca burgers, I'm always expecting the kitchen staff to come out and scream, "Gotcha!".

I should update now so I don't lose cool points.

done.

Last night
When I walked from
Your car to my door
I told myself that
I am the luckiest boy
In the world.

Fuck my past
Today was the day that
I threw it away.
Sort of.

Adaptation wasn't very good.

bye.

I don't care about your lives,
Nor do I care what your LiveJournal name means.

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