Busy weekend ahead...
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How's life treating you bitches? My life, as of late, has been very busy. It sounds simple, yet simple is a word I left back in fucking kindergarten. Life blows. To begin, I have a Math class with a wiseass professor who assigns approximately fifty problems a night. That is just the new stuff, that doesn't take into account the old homework which I am still catching up on for a test next Tuesday. Many of my sentences will be run-ons and will not be grammatically correct, you don't like it, eat a dick. Moving on, I also have a hippy/gimp English professor who's giving me a term paper assignment due next Thursday. How fun! I will no longer bother you folks with my problems, instead, let's talk about my weekend. Friday night, I'm supposed to be going to some haunted houses and shit in New Orleans. I think it's going to be cool: just for the simple fact that all you need to scare people in New Orleans is a bad check from FEMA and a little flood water. Spooky indeed. Saturday is Voodoo Fest. I'm going, in hopes of seeing Sevendust. I don't care that Nine Inch Nails is playing, nor do I particularly care for Queens of the Shit Age. Worst case scenario, I'll show up, get some free bootie to satisfy my inner pirate, and leave satisfied. Saturday night I'm supposed to be going to a party in my kickass Halloween costume. I spend like fifty bucks on this bitch making it by hand, so it's gotta kick ass. Well, rather than kick ass, how about my costume will "punt" ass. Just kicking is never enough. After all of these fun festivities, I'm heading home to work on my exciting Math homework. yay. Whomever reads this should leave comments or call me. If you do not have my number, you are an unfortunate soul and are destined to burn.
How's life treating you bitches? My life, as of late, has been very busy. It sounds simple, yet simple is a word I left back in fucking kindergarten. Life blows. To begin, I have a Math class with a wiseass professor who assigns approximately fifty problems a night. That is just the new stuff, that doesn't take into account the old homework which I am still catching up on for a test next Tuesday. Many of my sentences will be run-ons and will not be grammatically correct, you don't like it, eat a dick. Moving on, I also have a hippy/gimp English professor who's giving me a term paper assignment due next Thursday. How fun! I will no longer bother you folks with my problems, instead, let's talk about my weekend. Friday night, I'm supposed to be going to some haunted houses and shit in New Orleans. I think it's going to be cool: just for the simple fact that all you need to scare people in New Orleans is a bad check from FEMA and a little flood water. Spooky indeed. Saturday is Voodoo Fest. I'm going, in hopes of seeing Sevendust. I don't care that Nine Inch Nails is playing, nor do I particularly care for Queens of the Shit Age. Worst case scenario, I'll show up, get some free bootie to satisfy my inner pirate, and leave satisfied. Saturday night I'm supposed to be going to a party in my kickass Halloween costume. I spend like fifty bucks on this bitch making it by hand, so it's gotta kick ass. Well, rather than kick ass, how about my costume will "punt" ass. Just kicking is never enough. After all of these fun festivities, I'm heading home to work on my exciting Math homework. yay. Whomever reads this should leave comments or call me. If you do not have my number, you are an unfortunate soul and are destined to burn.