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Man, I'm frickin' overwhelmed with life right now. Not only am I trying to graduate, work at Red Lobster, get ready for Wolfgang's final concert (and all those in between), save the world from evil, and get over a nasty cold that doesn't seem to want to go away, but I also have to deal with the blasted hookers that keep showing up in my bed asking for money for a priviledge in which I have not endulged with them. That's a hassle. I don't know where they come from, or how they got my address, but I would love to make them just go away. I think they're in cahoots with the telemarketers. I just wonder why they don't go into Buck's room and ask him to have sex and give them money.
Speaking of Buck, his mom needs to stop calling me. It's getting annoying. She just can't understand: I . . . WAS . . . DRUNK!!!!
Speaking of drunk, there was a small impromptu party at my house on saturday night. I think that kept the hookers at bay for once. I also think I figured out the meaning of life while I was drunk. It was told to me by what appeared to be an angel, and I wrote it down on a piece of magical stationary whose designs actually danced around. The only problem is that I needed to use a magical pen to write on the magical stationary, so it didn't even show up.
Then I lost the stationary. So it didn't much matter.
But I did know the meaning of life for a short time. I don't remember exactly, but it had something to do with Karl Marx. Or maybe it was Brittney Spears. Hard to remember.
The angel told me to tell everybody "what's up."
Speaking of Buck, his mom needs to stop calling me. It's getting annoying. She just can't understand: I . . . WAS . . . DRUNK!!!!
Speaking of drunk, there was a small impromptu party at my house on saturday night. I think that kept the hookers at bay for once. I also think I figured out the meaning of life while I was drunk. It was told to me by what appeared to be an angel, and I wrote it down on a piece of magical stationary whose designs actually danced around. The only problem is that I needed to use a magical pen to write on the magical stationary, so it didn't even show up.
Then I lost the stationary. So it didn't much matter.
But I did know the meaning of life for a short time. I don't remember exactly, but it had something to do with Karl Marx. Or maybe it was Brittney Spears. Hard to remember.
The angel told me to tell everybody "what's up."