JESUS
So I haven't wrote in this for a very long time. I'm going to the burbs to intoxicate my mind and make out with Ricky (to intoxicate my body). The rents are coming out to Chi for Easter on Saturday. I have quite the classy time planned out for the Casbar-Duncan's. My lil nephew is coming too; he is excited to see tall buildings (not me boohoo.) Basically, I've been fucking around, doing drugs, sleeping too much, avoiding class, and working on my opus that is going to make me a not millions--but fucking billions. Ok, ok I'm stealing this from Layer Cake. So I've been in and out of crack houses...well not exactly. Some of you know what I mean. Crack is whack. I'm rambling, rambling cause I'm a r-a-m-b-l-e-r. Damn you, Loyola, damn you. The next few weeks are gonna be craaaazy. Tests, papers, blahdy fucking blah. I'll keep in mine some wise advice from Anne Lamott--just take it bird by bird. Goodbye whoever reads this pathetically outdated journal; I wish you a very drunk, Jesus-filled cadbury egg Easter. PEACE!