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i havent written anything in this in forever and i dont suppose ill write anything worth while now. i feel less and less creative each day and so i have less and less desire to write things down anymore which is depressing to say the least. school does nothing but kill any inhibitions i have towards progressing myself intellectually since all the intellectuals are cunts....no i dont mean you....
well as far as LJ goes i missed october and most of november.
LJ did not miss much. i did not dress up for halloween even though i had a costume and went to a costume party. i did drink a lot of whiskey.
i have been running because i am insecure and i have tried to run down the deer that roam my neighborhood. i figure if i can run down a deer and kill it with my bear hands then i will be in peak physical condition, because nothing runs like a deer. except maybe an antelope.
i had no phone for a month because i ran over my phone in a tragic sequence of events in which i lost all contact with the outside world. i was a loner, dottie and it was bad.
i went home and saw tom martin minus the beard and we went to the hurricanes game and I got drunk and i saw pete who is nothing but poker now and drank more with my brother and cursed the cold.
i made the best lasagna ever at the new house and only milmo mike d smithers (moynloin) and myself were there to witness it although fat joe had a taste. moynloin has a new chick now, she is pretty cool, and mike d and milmo and just about everyone else has a wifey now or works all the time or both and i dont have a wifey because im playing the waiting game that i'm never ever gonna win. fuckin right.
fall out boy is the shittiest band around right now. id rather listen to kelly clarkson, and yes the lead singer of that band is corky from picket fences. you should probably write that down.
i went to boston mike's house that he built himself up in hampstead and angela made the biggest dinner ive ever seen one woman make since my grandma passed and it was great. i built a huge fire and we went on the hunt for racoons and shite. we got very drunk and played the most intense version of ping pong ive ever seen in my life and i almost fell out of a 40 foot deer stand while mike and i looked for chronockulous who is a thirty thousand pound buck that preys on women and children during the cold seasons. he mustve been busy because all we caught out there was a mean buzz.
the hurricanes are awesome this year and thats about the happiest thing right now, im going to a game tommorow night with my brother and then hanging out around the homeland for thanksgiving. maybe i will see old friends, maybe not. i am doing worse than poorly in all of my classes and want to leave college very badly and i dont know whether to tell my folks that over thanksgiving or xmas. its hard to plan the best time to tell your parents you are a failure. i am also a liar a hypocrit, an asshole and lazy. oh well, smith cant find his keys and cant remember where his car is and has to go to work soon so i better go help. goodbye.
well as far as LJ goes i missed october and most of november.
LJ did not miss much. i did not dress up for halloween even though i had a costume and went to a costume party. i did drink a lot of whiskey.
i have been running because i am insecure and i have tried to run down the deer that roam my neighborhood. i figure if i can run down a deer and kill it with my bear hands then i will be in peak physical condition, because nothing runs like a deer. except maybe an antelope.
i had no phone for a month because i ran over my phone in a tragic sequence of events in which i lost all contact with the outside world. i was a loner, dottie and it was bad.
i went home and saw tom martin minus the beard and we went to the hurricanes game and I got drunk and i saw pete who is nothing but poker now and drank more with my brother and cursed the cold.
i made the best lasagna ever at the new house and only milmo mike d smithers (moynloin) and myself were there to witness it although fat joe had a taste. moynloin has a new chick now, she is pretty cool, and mike d and milmo and just about everyone else has a wifey now or works all the time or both and i dont have a wifey because im playing the waiting game that i'm never ever gonna win. fuckin right.
fall out boy is the shittiest band around right now. id rather listen to kelly clarkson, and yes the lead singer of that band is corky from picket fences. you should probably write that down.
i went to boston mike's house that he built himself up in hampstead and angela made the biggest dinner ive ever seen one woman make since my grandma passed and it was great. i built a huge fire and we went on the hunt for racoons and shite. we got very drunk and played the most intense version of ping pong ive ever seen in my life and i almost fell out of a 40 foot deer stand while mike and i looked for chronockulous who is a thirty thousand pound buck that preys on women and children during the cold seasons. he mustve been busy because all we caught out there was a mean buzz.
the hurricanes are awesome this year and thats about the happiest thing right now, im going to a game tommorow night with my brother and then hanging out around the homeland for thanksgiving. maybe i will see old friends, maybe not. i am doing worse than poorly in all of my classes and want to leave college very badly and i dont know whether to tell my folks that over thanksgiving or xmas. its hard to plan the best time to tell your parents you are a failure. i am also a liar a hypocrit, an asshole and lazy. oh well, smith cant find his keys and cant remember where his car is and has to go to work soon so i better go help. goodbye.