Fotch.

Feb 26, 2005 23:11

Worked an extra shift for some guy Ray who doesnt like chashiering. And I sold a target card. ^_^ You dont understand.

I got home around 7:30 and got ready for Dan, Jess, and Ant to pick me up. Met Ashley and Nick. They were nice. I liked them. We got Ben and then went to Dan's for his little birthday party thing. Where we all got drunk playing fotch. Love to the ones who woke with a hangover. I had a fun time at least.

A girl died in 1933 by a homicide murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

I came home today around 1. Even though it felt like later. I went over Dad's where I bored myself to death and then came back. Billy was over. We played some hand game and then took pictures which I am only posting three?;







But now it is time to feel melancholy. End.
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