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Fuck.

BEARS.

Birthday party for Drew.

Worried about classes.

I don't really wanna be a drunk. Atleast not a single one.

Good times, some bad times, and some more good. Then a pinch of bad. Good stuff on the way?

My nose hurts.

Welp, I'm taking up a collection.

It's called the "Charles getting a stupid tattoo" fund.

Basicly, it's so I can say "my friends paid for a tattoo, told me what to get, and I got it."

And what am I getting?


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No. Please, fuck no.

Yes.

Got a job. It's kinda like housesitting, only there's a couple million dollars worth of weird high-tech equipment outside... and the owner of the house is the United States government ( Read more... )

Forrest gave me his Xbox, and I brought it to Leah's to play a few friends at battlefront. I borrowed her brother's controllers... they're all the same. 4 identitical controllers. 2 mine, two her brother's. She just called me, 8 fuckin am, to ask if I had them... No, they're in Leah's room ( Read more... )

Why yes, you all-knowing siren-like songstress. You are brilliant.

Music like this makes me wanna become extremely relgious. Then again, extremely religious people wanna me wanna play obnoxiously loud music.