I think that I'd be several hundred times more tolerable if Beki woke me up everytime I fell asleep.

It's days like this that make me want to kill things. People. Plants. Animals. Just about anything really.

Yeah. Michigan sucks enough ass to make Sir Mix-a-lot blush. I was guilt tripped into coming up here early. There are at least six things that I can think of to bitch about, but for your sake and mine, I won't go into the details. Fortunately though, I've managed through my super secret ninja skills to get three smokes in without being noticed ( Read more... )

I'm in a pretty crappy mood right now. Not because of anyone, but two particular things have been bothering me. I'm usually bothered enough by normal stuff to keep my mind occupied, but I've learned how to deal with that ( Read more... )

We are horrendous at saying goodnight. We just keep going, and it just doesn't happen.

I really don't have anything to post about. Nothing new ever happens. Kinda like a train on its tracks. No, worse than that. A train on its tracks that isn't going anywhere, and isn't even loading passengers. I hate that damn train.

Long live Officer Garcia. 15 years and counting.

"The Righteous Brothers are emo."
"The chinese are definately a cute race."
"There's no 'Boehlke' in 'team'."

I have Milkdrop. Baby Jesus is happy with me.

i are drunk, But I'm not really drunk. Just kinda ... you know... tippsey. I hate that d
\ the 80's are awesome

Last night was a killer time. I wasted gas for about an hour. Then, deciding that my parents were most likely asleep and nobody was going to call me, I went home. Since my house is about as fun as a kick in the nuts and/or box, I did the only logical thing. I went up on the roof with a pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade® and a pack of cowboy killers ( Read more... )