Watermellon Smirnoff
Last night was fun. Went to Isaiah's birthday party, and about 2:00AM, started chugging smirnoff, got a nice little buzz. Aside from the My Own Sin show last weekend, it's been one of the first times I've actually been able to clear my mind. We went bowling shit early in the morning and didn't get home until around 6:30. There was a little drama, but not much. Fucking fat ass owes me like a pack and a half of cigarettes though. I finally had tacos...but I still want taco bell. Even though the party is over, my social buzz is slowly diminishing. Soon enough, I'll be back to the "fuck you, don't fucking talk to me unless you wish to die" blah blah blah...I'm such a mean emo kid. But I play it straight up. Well, I gotta do some cleaning then go to work.
May your dreams turn into nightmares under the red moon of September. May death come quickly to the lives of society and bring exceeding pain to thou.