Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head.

Then I vomited four times.

Recuperating.

Out.

If I move, this could die.

To bed, to bed ( Read more... )

CDs are lost, ARRRRRR.

Now I'm stuck with Rod Stewart Greatest Hits, Let It Be Naked, Beatles Anthology III disc 2, Bob Dylans Greatest Hits Vol. I Disc 2, Camelot, Man of La Mancha, Chicago, and lets not forget the QuIkSiLvEr MiX vOl. 2.

I am pissed.

In other news, during the eighties Eddie Murphy was fucking hilarious. What happened, Eddie?

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Having spent a majority of my day doing all sorts of awesome yardwork, now I sit back and reflect on the past few hours.

Today I had to trim the gigantic bush in my backyard, and while doing so the extension cord on the clipper I was using caught in the blade and got frayed to shit. Thankfully, the wonderful Lisa Knightes was riding by in her ( Read more... )

Woke up.

Ate a Healthy Choice french bread pizza, which really are pretty damn good now that I think about it.

Shaved. Hoo ah!

Tried to do something with my BASTARD hair, which is really not being agreeable today.

Out for now.

I'm sorry, 2004.

Alright now, first entry in the journal bitches.

Today, I woke up and got bitten by a mosquito eight times, leaving the largest bite marks I've ever seen covering the left side of my body. So, at about 6:00 o'clock, I went downstairs to my basement and slept in my recliner until 1.

Having awaken, I shuffled upstairs and hopped on the trusty comp, ( Read more... )