Sweep the dirty stairs...
*The ones I waited on...*
Updating this thing is a pain sometimes. Only two people ever read this anyway! Oh well I love you both. Passionately. In ways that only ostrichs and crocidiles will know.
Anyway. Yeah. What's up with you? Not much going on around here! I've been hanging out a lot with Jen lately. She's a bad ass, straight up. We baked a cake and built crazy abominations with Jack figurines and Dinosaurs. RaR! Scott got his car back! SWEET! He's super stoked... I'm super stoked for him! I want to fix my car! I busted it pretty bad... It was my fault too! So now it's a pirate ready to ravage the seven seas and take booty from all! Argh! There goes my low insurance rates... Anyway a lot has happened, (of course contradicting the afore mentioned sentence - 9th sentence from the top not including the random song lyric quote), life is pretty good right now and I love everyone. Some more than others. Some more than they know...
*Don't you feed my lies about some idealistic future...*
I fell into another internet trap! I started a myspace like everyone else. I don't know how to link it, but if you go to www.myspace.com/michael I think it takes you to this one gay kids myspace. Try it and find out if your bored. I won't. I skated all day today so I'm really kind of tired. Oh yeah in school I started this poster describing the 3 strikes rule at school. But I didn't want to do something lame like everyone else so I added cheese grates, eyelids, apples in acid, iron maidens, demons stabbing demons, fire, pitchforks, and ritualistic beatins with barbed wire! My teacher is going to hang everyone's up! Except mine. She said no. Something about satan and the schoolboard. I don't remember since I wandered off and tried to figure how to splatter paint to make a realistic looking blood consistancy fluid on my poster thing. Whoops, I totally almost lost everything I wrote again by accidentally clicking on a link. That happens to me a lot and makes me very sad. Like almost to the brink of tears. But not cuz' I'm a man-man.
*BRROOWWWW GROOWWW RROROROOROWWW!!!!* - Lyrics to any of Chris's death metal bands...
Well I'm tired and feel like sleeping, my feet hurt. Oh my shoes reak of ass! I'm totally leaving them on the balcony to air out for days. I'd wash them but I don't know how! I also need new laces. Oh yeah, Scott bought me new bearings! They're sweet! My back hurts. So does my ankle. And shin. And knee. And shoulders. I can't think straight. I'm asleep. I'm awake. I'm a bird. I'm a tree. I'ma me. I'ma you. Thank you. Good Night...
*Tonight will be, the night that we, begin to ease... (finish the sentence!)*
Updating this thing is a pain sometimes. Only two people ever read this anyway! Oh well I love you both. Passionately. In ways that only ostrichs and crocidiles will know.
Anyway. Yeah. What's up with you? Not much going on around here! I've been hanging out a lot with Jen lately. She's a bad ass, straight up. We baked a cake and built crazy abominations with Jack figurines and Dinosaurs. RaR! Scott got his car back! SWEET! He's super stoked... I'm super stoked for him! I want to fix my car! I busted it pretty bad... It was my fault too! So now it's a pirate ready to ravage the seven seas and take booty from all! Argh! There goes my low insurance rates... Anyway a lot has happened, (of course contradicting the afore mentioned sentence - 9th sentence from the top not including the random song lyric quote), life is pretty good right now and I love everyone. Some more than others. Some more than they know...
*Don't you feed my lies about some idealistic future...*
I fell into another internet trap! I started a myspace like everyone else. I don't know how to link it, but if you go to www.myspace.com/michael I think it takes you to this one gay kids myspace. Try it and find out if your bored. I won't. I skated all day today so I'm really kind of tired. Oh yeah in school I started this poster describing the 3 strikes rule at school. But I didn't want to do something lame like everyone else so I added cheese grates, eyelids, apples in acid, iron maidens, demons stabbing demons, fire, pitchforks, and ritualistic beatins with barbed wire! My teacher is going to hang everyone's up! Except mine. She said no. Something about satan and the schoolboard. I don't remember since I wandered off and tried to figure how to splatter paint to make a realistic looking blood consistancy fluid on my poster thing. Whoops, I totally almost lost everything I wrote again by accidentally clicking on a link. That happens to me a lot and makes me very sad. Like almost to the brink of tears. But not cuz' I'm a man-man.
*BRROOWWWW GROOWWW RROROROOROWWW!!!!* - Lyrics to any of Chris's death metal bands...
Well I'm tired and feel like sleeping, my feet hurt. Oh my shoes reak of ass! I'm totally leaving them on the balcony to air out for days. I'd wash them but I don't know how! I also need new laces. Oh yeah, Scott bought me new bearings! They're sweet! My back hurts. So does my ankle. And shin. And knee. And shoulders. I can't think straight. I'm asleep. I'm awake. I'm a bird. I'm a tree. I'ma me. I'ma you. Thank you. Good Night...
*Tonight will be, the night that we, begin to ease... (finish the sentence!)*