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i haven't made and actual update in over three months. i kind of feel obligated to do so. i can definitely tell my typing skills are not up to par, seeing is how i've been updating for nearly three minutes now.
i figure there are a few note-worthy things to tell you guys about.
i got another tattoo, for those of you who don't already know. i got the nine inch nails logo on my chest after i saw them live back in may. that was by far the gnarliest shit i'd ever seen in my entire life. so i got a tat to commemorate.
i saw that wreck where that kid died out at twin buttes. kelso, jimmy, curtis, ashley, teresa, and i were all out there the night it happened. we were drinking, and shooting off my shotgun. that's always a smart combination. all those kids drove by us while we were out there. they were hollering and what not, so we hollered back, and that went back and forth for a bit, and then they drove off, and that was that. i could tell they were trashed. when we left, teresa and i went back the way we came, while everyone else went the other way. i drove up on the wreck after it happened. i got out to see if anyone needed a phone or anything, and i looked around at everyone, then i looked on the ground and saw that kid. he was white as hell, i could tell he was dead, and the girl giving him cpr was bawling her eyes out. i thought i was going to puke, so i turned around and left. the ride home was very quiet. that shit fucked me up for a few days. it kind of gives you a new outlook on life, like all those don't drink and drive commercials finally make sense. i haven't had a single drop of alcohol since it happened, and probably won't for awhile. it's not worth it.
teresa and i have been together for nearly five months now, and i couldn't be more ecstatic. there are no words to describe how utterly badass she is, except for "utterly" and "badass."
my truck and i have been together for just as long. there are no words to describe how totally fucking awesome it is, except for "totally", "fucking", and "awesome." rhino lining, exhaust packages, and dubs here i come. i fucked up the passenger door pretty good tonite. i was out at jimmy's place, and as i was leaving, i turned as i backed out and hit a metal bar that was sticking out of the ground a whole two feet. big long dent, and lots of scratches. it's gonna cost a left nut to fix.
the house is still kicking. not as many people come over anymore. it's quiet, which is very nice. shawn is about to move out within the next week, and curtis wortham is moving in. so it'll be just curtis, eric, and me here pretty soon. good times will be had. eric got a job at applebee's today. which means we well be seeing even less of him than we already do, since he works graves at denny's. as for me, i'm still a slave to the hut, but i can't complain. i actually have a job interview at outback steakhouse tomorrow. i could really use it. i'm not making enough at pizza hut to live off of. not to mention the unnecessary mileage i'm putting on my truck. gas is fucking rediculous. if gas didn't cost so goddamn much, i'd be making the fucking phat bank. we're talking 50 bucks every four or five days. it's retarded. i'd be making way more money at outback, and not have to put it all toward gas. plus, it would be nice to be able to spend some money on teresa. i can't even afford to take her out but mabye once every couple weeks. being broke is so fucking gay.
i might be going back to school next semester. i'm thinking either culinary school, or radiology technician. i like to cook, but i don't have the tools needed to do so around the house. i could enjoy doing that for a living. have my own restaurant and shit. as for radiology, my mom said you can take a two year program at howard and make like 22 bucks an hour right out of school. that sounds like a pretty posh job to me. 22 bones an hour to put people in cat scans and shit. i'm sure it's slightly more complicated than that, but whatever.
the new death cab for cutie cd is fucking awesome. i doesen't come out until the 30th, but it's out there. i'm sure you can find it if you look in the right spots. coheed and cambria is coming out with a new cd at the end of september. i've already heard 3 songs off of it, and i'm extremly excited. i've oddly been getting into metal lately. as i lay dying, dead to fall, shadows fall, zao, opeth, and shit like that.
also, willie nelson came out with a reggae album, it's called countryman, and everyone should hear it, whether you like country or reggae at all.
i will be having another halloween party this year. due to recent events, it will be invitation only, i'm not letting anyone in i don't know. if i know your name, and you know mine as well, you're pretty much in. david's birthday party got out of hand, and i'm not letting random people over anymore. keep your eyes and ears open for those invites. i guarantee you it will be just as badass as the one i had last year, if not better.
you guys know where to find me, or how to get ahold of me. 212-6270. if i'm not working or doing something equally as important, which is unlikely, i am always down for kicking it with whoever wants to kick.
don't be a stranger.
take care, bastards
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i figure there are a few note-worthy things to tell you guys about.
i got another tattoo, for those of you who don't already know. i got the nine inch nails logo on my chest after i saw them live back in may. that was by far the gnarliest shit i'd ever seen in my entire life. so i got a tat to commemorate.
i saw that wreck where that kid died out at twin buttes. kelso, jimmy, curtis, ashley, teresa, and i were all out there the night it happened. we were drinking, and shooting off my shotgun. that's always a smart combination. all those kids drove by us while we were out there. they were hollering and what not, so we hollered back, and that went back and forth for a bit, and then they drove off, and that was that. i could tell they were trashed. when we left, teresa and i went back the way we came, while everyone else went the other way. i drove up on the wreck after it happened. i got out to see if anyone needed a phone or anything, and i looked around at everyone, then i looked on the ground and saw that kid. he was white as hell, i could tell he was dead, and the girl giving him cpr was bawling her eyes out. i thought i was going to puke, so i turned around and left. the ride home was very quiet. that shit fucked me up for a few days. it kind of gives you a new outlook on life, like all those don't drink and drive commercials finally make sense. i haven't had a single drop of alcohol since it happened, and probably won't for awhile. it's not worth it.
teresa and i have been together for nearly five months now, and i couldn't be more ecstatic. there are no words to describe how utterly badass she is, except for "utterly" and "badass."
my truck and i have been together for just as long. there are no words to describe how totally fucking awesome it is, except for "totally", "fucking", and "awesome." rhino lining, exhaust packages, and dubs here i come. i fucked up the passenger door pretty good tonite. i was out at jimmy's place, and as i was leaving, i turned as i backed out and hit a metal bar that was sticking out of the ground a whole two feet. big long dent, and lots of scratches. it's gonna cost a left nut to fix.
the house is still kicking. not as many people come over anymore. it's quiet, which is very nice. shawn is about to move out within the next week, and curtis wortham is moving in. so it'll be just curtis, eric, and me here pretty soon. good times will be had. eric got a job at applebee's today. which means we well be seeing even less of him than we already do, since he works graves at denny's. as for me, i'm still a slave to the hut, but i can't complain. i actually have a job interview at outback steakhouse tomorrow. i could really use it. i'm not making enough at pizza hut to live off of. not to mention the unnecessary mileage i'm putting on my truck. gas is fucking rediculous. if gas didn't cost so goddamn much, i'd be making the fucking phat bank. we're talking 50 bucks every four or five days. it's retarded. i'd be making way more money at outback, and not have to put it all toward gas. plus, it would be nice to be able to spend some money on teresa. i can't even afford to take her out but mabye once every couple weeks. being broke is so fucking gay.
i might be going back to school next semester. i'm thinking either culinary school, or radiology technician. i like to cook, but i don't have the tools needed to do so around the house. i could enjoy doing that for a living. have my own restaurant and shit. as for radiology, my mom said you can take a two year program at howard and make like 22 bucks an hour right out of school. that sounds like a pretty posh job to me. 22 bones an hour to put people in cat scans and shit. i'm sure it's slightly more complicated than that, but whatever.
the new death cab for cutie cd is fucking awesome. i doesen't come out until the 30th, but it's out there. i'm sure you can find it if you look in the right spots. coheed and cambria is coming out with a new cd at the end of september. i've already heard 3 songs off of it, and i'm extremly excited. i've oddly been getting into metal lately. as i lay dying, dead to fall, shadows fall, zao, opeth, and shit like that.
also, willie nelson came out with a reggae album, it's called countryman, and everyone should hear it, whether you like country or reggae at all.
i will be having another halloween party this year. due to recent events, it will be invitation only, i'm not letting anyone in i don't know. if i know your name, and you know mine as well, you're pretty much in. david's birthday party got out of hand, and i'm not letting random people over anymore. keep your eyes and ears open for those invites. i guarantee you it will be just as badass as the one i had last year, if not better.
you guys know where to find me, or how to get ahold of me. 212-6270. if i'm not working or doing something equally as important, which is unlikely, i am always down for kicking it with whoever wants to kick.
don't be a stranger.
take care, bastards
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