I got beat up for doing crack, that i never did. That shit was weird. Hope Hickman and I went shopping, too. There were brown pants that I bought, or tried to, or something.

Oh, shit. Drunk laser tag and sober Dawn of the Dead. Time and drinking really got mixed around today/tonight. All in all though, it was quite a fun time. If anyone could make this minor, continual headache cease, that'd be about the dopest shit ever.

Team awesome rules, still. I'm pretty sure we won the most civilized game of beer pong ever. It was barley pong, whatever. Also, Tom is a silly man, throwin' poop and what not. Jeez.

Tom's birthday hang out tonight. i'm stoked. i don't see enough of that man. I wrote him a sexual rap song.

Also, see AP cutting my thumb with scissors today. What a dick, right? Also, my hand grazed up against the glorious booty of someone who will remain unnamed. I haven't washed it since. oh, gee.

man, fuck this week. i finaly applied, but i may die before i get the results.

"If I were to die tomorrow, it wouldn't matter. I haven't done anything."

That OCD guy makes a good fuckin' point.

it ain't me, mutha fucka, no, it ain't me.

I asked where the fly honeys were today, but no one seemed to know. Probably a secret location. Nike will probably e-mail me some directions so I can start picking up bitches sooner.

I went to Europe last night, watched Josh get his ass kicked, tryed to help Cashia contain a party at Tommy's house, got glass in my fingers from Bryan's car beind cut in half, and met someone new at Wal-Mart. Europe sucked, watching Josh get beat up sucked, helping contain the party, which was being thrown by my dad's ex-wife who was for some ( Read more... )

I need to stop having these weird dreams. They're getting out of control. This one I had last night was almost dystopia like. There was this huge trend of freezing peoples limbs to remove them and then implant new ones or something. The thing was if someone could get their hands on the freezing spray, they could kill anyone with it. Think that ( Read more... )

fuck chicago and fuck rain and fuck being soaked forever and fuck being cold and fuck wetness in general. on the up side, i just stole christie's socks (well, rachel did) and i bought some shoes.