White, chipped exterior. A pimped out red velvet interior that would make Huggy Bear jealous. Hidden cup holders. A trunk so big you could fit a dead AYSO soccer team in it (or so I would guess. Not like I know or anything). A million miles, a million smiles. Goodbye old Girl, and Godspeed.

I have a cold. My life cycle has become a system of "which cold drug do I take" to get me through a certain part of my day. Nyquil in the PM, Tylenol Day in the AM. I could try Eastern medicine, but that shit is a Jap conspiracy ( Read more... )

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I haven't been able to say this honestly for a long time:

(hypothetical situation)

Inquisitive person: Hey, Chris Gro, how you doin'?

Chris Gro: Pretty good, actually.

I've decided to make a real sappy, bedwetting emo record. I'm going to call it Tragically Delicious.

It is finished.

One thing negative I've noticed about the whole livejournal thing, besides it being a giant dork-fest, is how passive-aggressive it allows people to be. Someone's got a problem with someone else, they no longer talk about it, they just type up snide, thinly veiled vitriol on their little web space. This isn't aimed at anyone in particular, just ( Read more... )

After that little pit-stop, I'll be home in 18 days. I can't wait, but due to the nature of time and space, I'm going to have to.

So I pulled an all-nighter last night, went to school to find both classes I'd pulled an all nighter for had been cancelled, then came home and crashed, sleeping for far too long. Now its like 5:30am and I'm up. Not just awake but UP! Fuckle this shit, man. Time to watch Orgazmo and try to get some fuckin' sleep. But first, maybe I'll kill some ( Read more... )

Now THAT, was quite unexpected.