A panda-assed koala slut.
It's depressing knowing that your life and everything you've accumulated for the past 20 odd years is capable of being stored into a couple boxes.
Last night was hard core. Myself and pat drove his new '05 mustang to west palm, had some Kava with his GF (I don't get it. I prefer beer.) and then went to the Carlsons. I'm greated by a pair of bongos hooked to the most insidious device since dance dance revolution. Donkey Konga. Now let me make something clear to everyone. I fucking HATE that game. I played it a few nights ago over at Mario's house and I fucking hated it. It didn't stop me from playing it for nearly 2 hours straight. Scott and I can play the nut cracker suite in our sleep. So after that, having a rousing convorsationa bout sex and drinking assloads of mountain dew, we got the BRILLIANT motherfucking idea of playing Mario Party 3. Good honest fun there. Only we played it for nearly 4 hours. 50 turns. Straight. My eyes were bleeding. OH! OH! And for the record? Daisy, the computer player, is a cheating ass slut fucking whore deserving of anal rape. She's a fucking Koala slut and a half. How convenient that she tossed out her extra skeleton key and in the same turn lands on a hidden star. IMAGINE THAT. SLUT!
Today went a bit smoother. Called DMAC to tell them I suck, still shopping for a room mate (Any takers? Dead serious.) And packing my shit up into boxes so I can feel just how mortal I am. Tomorrow is job day. Applications with my name on it will be distributed among a bunch of stores and hopefully one will accept it. I then have to go and get my license sometime between now and the weekend. I won't be driving at all really, until I have first and last months rent, enough money for two phone bills, utilities deposits, apartment deposits and of course, 2 months of inssurance paid off. WOW! FUN! YAY! So I'm financially bound by the balls for a bagillion years here on out. LOTTO! COME THROUGH FOR ME!
Good morning.
-Eric
PS. A list of people who totally kick ass in my life:
Lexi, my dog.
Amy
Brooke
Pat
Evan
Scott
Mishi
Steph (STEVE.)
Jay motherfuckin' London
And last but not least, Chuck.
Fuck me for forgetting: Izzo.
To all of you,
-Thanks-
Last night was hard core. Myself and pat drove his new '05 mustang to west palm, had some Kava with his GF (I don't get it. I prefer beer.) and then went to the Carlsons. I'm greated by a pair of bongos hooked to the most insidious device since dance dance revolution. Donkey Konga. Now let me make something clear to everyone. I fucking HATE that game. I played it a few nights ago over at Mario's house and I fucking hated it. It didn't stop me from playing it for nearly 2 hours straight. Scott and I can play the nut cracker suite in our sleep. So after that, having a rousing convorsationa bout sex and drinking assloads of mountain dew, we got the BRILLIANT motherfucking idea of playing Mario Party 3. Good honest fun there. Only we played it for nearly 4 hours. 50 turns. Straight. My eyes were bleeding. OH! OH! And for the record? Daisy, the computer player, is a cheating ass slut fucking whore deserving of anal rape. She's a fucking Koala slut and a half. How convenient that she tossed out her extra skeleton key and in the same turn lands on a hidden star. IMAGINE THAT. SLUT!
Today went a bit smoother. Called DMAC to tell them I suck, still shopping for a room mate (Any takers? Dead serious.) And packing my shit up into boxes so I can feel just how mortal I am. Tomorrow is job day. Applications with my name on it will be distributed among a bunch of stores and hopefully one will accept it. I then have to go and get my license sometime between now and the weekend. I won't be driving at all really, until I have first and last months rent, enough money for two phone bills, utilities deposits, apartment deposits and of course, 2 months of inssurance paid off. WOW! FUN! YAY! So I'm financially bound by the balls for a bagillion years here on out. LOTTO! COME THROUGH FOR ME!
Good morning.
-Eric
PS. A list of people who totally kick ass in my life:
Lexi, my dog.
Amy
Brooke
Pat
Evan
Scott
Mishi
Steph (STEVE.)
Jay motherfuckin' London
And last but not least, Chuck.
Fuck me for forgetting: Izzo.
To all of you,
-Thanks-