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I have really become lazy with this, as y'all know, but I actually feel like updating.
Today Nayche Bob and I went out to the Clinton Crossing. Before that, my mom got us lost in fucking MILFORD (hehe, milf), so it took us extra long to get out there. Well, we finally got Nayche and we were on our way.
I love the C.C., because there are so many cool stores there. Mom, Nayche and I went into Rocky Mountain Chocolates, Lindt, Fuzziwig's, The Book Warehouse, and Quicksilver. I dropped a little over seventeen dollars in Fuzziwig's, which is a candy store. (I have so much fucking chocolate right now, and I really should not be eating it or else I am going to hurt, bad-like.)
Nayche loves Quicksilver. I love Fuzziwig's. My mom practically loves everything else.
After we left, we went to one of the CrackDonald's on the side of the road. I ate too much, so now I really cannot handle anything else. That sucks, 'cause I want some of my CANDY! Oh well, we cannot always get what we want.
Nayche brought her mp3 player, so we were singing along to various songs she has on there. I wished I had brought my Modest Mouse CD (possibly the second best CD in my collection) so we could listen to that, but there was some good music on the radio, but that's OK.
So now I'm home and I think I am going to finish my Buddism work soon.
MORGAN: Seriously, I hope you did not do a lot of work on your Middle East project, 'cause I did not, and I do not want to be alone in that. That fucking English project ate my vacation.
Peace, luck, and all the shit that no one really has.
Today Nayche Bob and I went out to the Clinton Crossing. Before that, my mom got us lost in fucking MILFORD (hehe, milf), so it took us extra long to get out there. Well, we finally got Nayche and we were on our way.
I love the C.C., because there are so many cool stores there. Mom, Nayche and I went into Rocky Mountain Chocolates, Lindt, Fuzziwig's, The Book Warehouse, and Quicksilver. I dropped a little over seventeen dollars in Fuzziwig's, which is a candy store. (I have so much fucking chocolate right now, and I really should not be eating it or else I am going to hurt, bad-like.)
Nayche loves Quicksilver. I love Fuzziwig's. My mom practically loves everything else.
After we left, we went to one of the CrackDonald's on the side of the road. I ate too much, so now I really cannot handle anything else. That sucks, 'cause I want some of my CANDY! Oh well, we cannot always get what we want.
Nayche brought her mp3 player, so we were singing along to various songs she has on there. I wished I had brought my Modest Mouse CD (possibly the second best CD in my collection) so we could listen to that, but there was some good music on the radio, but that's OK.
So now I'm home and I think I am going to finish my Buddism work soon.
MORGAN: Seriously, I hope you did not do a lot of work on your Middle East project, 'cause I did not, and I do not want to be alone in that. That fucking English project ate my vacation.
Peace, luck, and all the shit that no one really has.