fuck myspace
the other night i got wasted at guy's pad and walked a few miles back home with mikey. we started drunk dialing people and rapping to them on the way back. i ended up finding a heavy ass trunk on the sidewalk and bringing it home. it's really cool and shawn wants to buy it. it's big enough to fit a large child. my history of SF class ends next thursday and i have more than eight books to read before then. my grandpa's birthday was yesterday and i left him a message on his answering machine. he has had two heart attacks so far. i think he's 70. one time he told me to put all my wants in one hand and to shit in the other and see which hand fills up faster.