screamin' bloody all night.
LAR LAR LAR.
Holy balls I am so motherfucking burnt out at Pondofuckingrosa.
It is okay, though, because on August tenth my dear sweet deadbeat boyfriend and I are going to hop some trains and maybe a bus to Appleton, Wisconsin and take a little vacation for a week or so.
I am pretty excited about it.
I am REALLY excited about it.
Actually, sadly enough, at this point in time I am almost more thrilled to just not have to work more than anything else. I keep picking up extra shifts and working doubles and all of that stupid bullshit. HAVING ONE DAY OFF A WEEK AND WORKING TWO DOUBLES IS GOOD RIGHT.
RIGHT.
Mostly it is okay because I really like taking home a lot of monies. My argument of "fuck paying furniture" won Brandon over and we no longer have rent-to-own bullshit and I am decently happy with what I have to pay for rent.
I guess we are having some kind of shindig tonight. People from work are coming over. Oh, oh, Brannick and I have been spending a lot of time with Jerricha and Luke from Ponderosa. We were all concerned that because they are very normal, sweet, kids that they would eventually hate us both a whole bunch. However, we shot Luke in the face and he STILL likes us!
Yeah... yeah... Brannick, Tyler and Ayron (AYRON IS BACK :D) made a bomb out of some old bullets and then we (Brannick, Tyler, Ayron, Drew, Bria and Blake who we have lovingly nicknamed Jimmy) went down by the river to blow stuff up. Due to a lack of duct tape, the bomb failed miserably, but it is okay. We went back to the apartment and were hitting blanks with nails to make firecrackers. Luke, I guess, just happened to pick up a bullet that nobody had emptied the powder from yet and they hit it with a nail. KERBOOM. He got a shard of metal blown through his damn lip. It was hilarious and he bled everywhere. Brannick has the shard. It is IMPRESSIVE.
Life is pretty radmagical.
Really, I am happier than I have been in a long, long time, and it is a satisfied kind of happy. Being happy coupled with being on my own is exactly what I needed. Life is great. Life is good. Fuck yeah.
FUCK.
YEAH.
FUCKYEAH.
Holy balls I am so motherfucking burnt out at Pondofuckingrosa.
It is okay, though, because on August tenth my dear sweet deadbeat boyfriend and I are going to hop some trains and maybe a bus to Appleton, Wisconsin and take a little vacation for a week or so.
I am pretty excited about it.
I am REALLY excited about it.
Actually, sadly enough, at this point in time I am almost more thrilled to just not have to work more than anything else. I keep picking up extra shifts and working doubles and all of that stupid bullshit. HAVING ONE DAY OFF A WEEK AND WORKING TWO DOUBLES IS GOOD RIGHT.
RIGHT.
Mostly it is okay because I really like taking home a lot of monies. My argument of "fuck paying furniture" won Brandon over and we no longer have rent-to-own bullshit and I am decently happy with what I have to pay for rent.
I guess we are having some kind of shindig tonight. People from work are coming over. Oh, oh, Brannick and I have been spending a lot of time with Jerricha and Luke from Ponderosa. We were all concerned that because they are very normal, sweet, kids that they would eventually hate us both a whole bunch. However, we shot Luke in the face and he STILL likes us!
Yeah... yeah... Brannick, Tyler and Ayron (AYRON IS BACK :D) made a bomb out of some old bullets and then we (Brannick, Tyler, Ayron, Drew, Bria and Blake who we have lovingly nicknamed Jimmy) went down by the river to blow stuff up. Due to a lack of duct tape, the bomb failed miserably, but it is okay. We went back to the apartment and were hitting blanks with nails to make firecrackers. Luke, I guess, just happened to pick up a bullet that nobody had emptied the powder from yet and they hit it with a nail. KERBOOM. He got a shard of metal blown through his damn lip. It was hilarious and he bled everywhere. Brannick has the shard. It is IMPRESSIVE.
Life is pretty radmagical.
Really, I am happier than I have been in a long, long time, and it is a satisfied kind of happy. Being happy coupled with being on my own is exactly what I needed. Life is great. Life is good. Fuck yeah.
FUCK.
YEAH.
FUCKYEAH.