Yesterday was me birthday. I have a shitload of money, and hopefully I'm going shopping soon 'cause I need new clothes. Kinda............. YEAH. I wanna hatchetman, too.
"I dont give a fuck what you say, you're all like a wet shit waiting to run down my leg....or something better and more love-able....like, a chunky shit running down my leg."
-- Sir Jesse Noballs (December 25, 1853 - May 28, 2005)
Okay SO NOW I'm hanging out with Age, Jesse, and me madre and we're drinking the rest of the Jager, the Vodka, and the Malibu.
OOOOOOH FUN!!! Tuesday I got high, Wednesday I got drunk, Thursday I got drunk, and now TONIGHT I'm getting drunk. Tomorrow I'll probably get drunk, too. God, alcoholism is so much fun.
Today was fun. Went to therapy, found out that I'm going to go through something like anger management, hung out with Jesse and my mom, and had sushi. It was quite funny that at the sushi place, most of the workers were Chinese. What the fuck. Then, um... We dropped Jesse off and went home.