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I am so pissed that I missed the house show at Wyndhurst last night... i just had no way to get out there/back to BG. damnit. the pictures are fucking ridiculous. i wish I was there. oh well.
last night was a lot of fun though. started out the night by getting jumbo margaritas at El Zarape with laura and jacquie, then out the bars. ziggys friends from high school were up... pretty cool dudes. had a good time. got wasted. coors light tall boys, jager and skyline. healthy. fuck.
im seriously concerned about my knee. its not getting any better and i am limping without even being aware. i can not walk without a limp and i look pathetic.
im moving out in like a week wtf thats ridiculous. i have no way to move out. mom says i need to try to get the furniture out of there before i actually move out so its easier..... uhhhhh how? with my imaginary truck and moving crew? i can't even walk comfortably on this fucking leg much less carry heavy furniture down steep, sketchy stairs. thats the thing about my mother.. she has all these ideas about what I need to be doing but no ideas on how i should get these things done. i should be in school next semester and paying my rent and utilities and car payments and tuition and books and i should know how to do all this by myself and she isn't about to help me out.. but she sure as hell will get pissed if it doesnt get done.
sweet brah. im about to start prostituting myself. any takers?
last night was a lot of fun though. started out the night by getting jumbo margaritas at El Zarape with laura and jacquie, then out the bars. ziggys friends from high school were up... pretty cool dudes. had a good time. got wasted. coors light tall boys, jager and skyline. healthy. fuck.
im seriously concerned about my knee. its not getting any better and i am limping without even being aware. i can not walk without a limp and i look pathetic.
im moving out in like a week wtf thats ridiculous. i have no way to move out. mom says i need to try to get the furniture out of there before i actually move out so its easier..... uhhhhh how? with my imaginary truck and moving crew? i can't even walk comfortably on this fucking leg much less carry heavy furniture down steep, sketchy stairs. thats the thing about my mother.. she has all these ideas about what I need to be doing but no ideas on how i should get these things done. i should be in school next semester and paying my rent and utilities and car payments and tuition and books and i should know how to do all this by myself and she isn't about to help me out.. but she sure as hell will get pissed if it doesnt get done.
sweet brah. im about to start prostituting myself. any takers?