FUCK YOU COMCAST. YOU TWITS. AN HOUR AND A HALF OF PHONE CALLS AND YOU COULDN'T TELL ME TO UNPLUGG THE FUCKING THING AND RESTART MY COMPUTER. FUCKING MORONS.

I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE EMAIL UNTILL A YEAR AND A HALF AGO AND I FIGURED IT OUT. TARDS.

Patrice Bergeron is the man. I love him. XOXOXOXOXO.

I remember washing clothes whenever I wanted in comfort of my own home. Ahhhh those were the days.
These are the days too.

yukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9:45 and Ive allready thrown up. I guess Ill have to take all the medicine I just took over again cuz it just went down the drain. I'll be missing hockey. and Xmas eve is tomorrow. lots to do. feel like poopies.

3:40 in the morning and I just got back from Walgreens with some NyQuill. I think I got a small case of the Captain Tripps.
Blah Blah Blah. Kill me.

I wish I would just be sick or not be sick. Limbo sucks. My skin hurts my throat hurts and I have no appetite even though I am starving. Yuk. Only eight and a half more hours of work to go. Nice.

I suck.
I'm changing my name to Fuckface Pukestain. Ruiner of all possibilities of fun.
Oh well.
Sorry.

Dear Diary
Go fuck yourself.

Yaaaayyyyyy!!!!!! It's fun being a Bruins fan right now. Eat shit Colorado. Eat shit Anaheim. Eat shit LA. Eat shit Dallas. We win you lose.
Mike Knuble will have 30 goals again and Patrice Bergeron will win the Calder Trophy.
I just hope the goaltending will hold up....