Yesterday went like this.

"Hello Mr. Depressed, I'm Mr. Mania and I feel you should take a break for a bit."
"Swell!"

Then I proceeded to spend lots of money and drive really fast and do other things related to swinging into a manic episode. HOORAH!

Also, nollie front boards, nollie frontside noseslidersssss arrrrr! AND DELTA FORCES.

fuck prom.

I am almost completely dissatisfied with the current state of my life. I'm completely sure that the only positive thing going on right now is the fact that I still skateboard. Everything else blows a big sweaty meat pole.

Kicked.

I have a big dick.

I have come to the conclusion that I am most skilled at destroying myself and others. So, if you're close to me, I recommend distance.

I went to Montana and snowboarded. I turned 18 one week ago. Happy birthday to me. My birthday was entirely uneventful and probably the least cool birthday I've ever had. I bought a sweet new bubbler at this shop called The Grateful Shed. It's pretty sweet, and if you want a picture, instant message me.

LAst week of the Protegé. *sad face here*

Correction. Fuck March 8, 2005 up until about 5 pm.

Fuck March 8, 2005.