This new cancer in my mind, it has a godly effect.
Hey, what is up. Nothing much here, I had a really good weekend. (From what I hear a lot of people had a shitty one, but they don't matter only I am important.)
I heard that we barely got beat by Jasper, and that they only won by using shady tactics. The cheating assholes. I hope someone cleats them in the face with a golf shoe. Oh well football sucks anyway.
Friday I came home and went to sleep, because I hadn't slept so well last week. (like 3-4 hours a night)
Saturday I woke up and Ashley called and we hung out all day shopping and painting and shit. She kicks ass. It was a grand time indeed. We shast do it again, soon I hope.
Today (Sabbath, since Sabbath sounds cooler than Sunday) I awoke in a pissy mood for no apparent reason, and I threw a box of corndogs across the kitchen, smiting a defenseless cookie jar. Cookies suck anyway, pie is so much better. I talked with my mom and I feel better now, so I am cool. Later I went and made a doghouse for my brothers doggies (Pope and Patches) It rules, it has a tin roof and shit. We then jammed to some old Pink Floyd, which just listening to gives you a sense of being high. Next I came home and ate dinner and tore my strings all to hell, but it kicked ass. Now I am about to go watch "Dodgeball," for I have not seen it and it looks funny.
I found another group of people that rule, (the same category as lumberjacks, pirates and sometimes ninjas) It is Miners. Yes miners. Miners are so tough, they go jumping down rock holes in the dark, then they pull up their jeans and skid all the way to the bottom of the mine on their knees over jagged rocks, they are so tough. They breathe asbestos and coal and don't even cough. Then they take pickaxes and bust rocks all day. Not much tougher than that.
To quote CJ and prevent him from quoting himself, "peace out niggas!!!"