we played a game called "bitchassmotherfucker" at lunch. its like pig, and spoon, except you gotta spell out b-i-t-c-h-a-s-s-m-o-t-h-e-r-f-u-c-k-e-r. i lost, and i had to chug a 3 liter bottle of sprite remix.

the game was fun. the chugging hurt. and to think im going to do it again on wed at amy's house.

-joe-

stolen from jen w. and colleen:

post a comment telling me EXACTLY what you think about me. it doesnt matter if its harsh or nice. post it anonymously just in case someone doesnt agree with what you say. i dont check IP addresses either so you are s-a-f-e.

WORLD,

let it be known that my story is finished.

fucking whoa.

10 font. single spaced. 6 pages. of fucking inspiration.

this isnt just any other art form. ITS JOE's!

fuck yes!

let it be known that i have recovered from the writers block, and only have one more paragraph left to write in my story.

my parents are now bitching for me to study for my bio midterm...so i will sign off, and write my story.

Glimmer of Hope is soon to be completed. i applaud myself.

ugh im so frusterated. writers block!!!!!

damn this shit!

the best part of school today was when justin fell asleep, and ms morgan made us leave the classroom so that when u woke up, he would be confused and scared. it ended up justin slept for 2 periods, and got detention for missing algebra. hahaha... ms morgan is awesome!

when i remember some of the funny quotes from the day, i'll post them...

-PUBLIC-

yay thanks jen for the awesome new icon

from now on, all my entrees will be FRIENDS ONLY.

i'm going to be getting way more personal, and i'd really appreciate it if anyone who reads it does not talk to anyone who isn't on the list about anything. thanks.

the following is a poem one of my friends wrote, and i thought it was v ery powerful that i'd share it with all of you:

( poem )

sam lewis & joe: sam claims i need to name my penis ( Read more... )