They rerouted me into friendster
I just got out the most obnoxious splinter I've ever experienced. It's been stuck in my finger for two days and I tried pushing it out, biting it out, pushing some more, and it just kept getting lodged in further but I couldn't stop myself cause it stung anytime I picked things up. So I just got a hold of a pair of tweezers but those weren't enough so I had to delve into the soft part of my finger with a freaking safety pin (I aknowledge that it's gross) and then shove the splinter out. ow.
But I got some more mogwai today. And I bought the Dane cook comedy album retaliation. That Dane Cook is a silly bitch.
My room is messy, and I haven't told my parents about the ticket, and I haven't been home for an entire day in, perhaps months. I miss being a lazy muh.
Oh man, Willy and Chris decided to throw a small boys night party last night, which resulted in a steriotypical "gangstas came and trashed the place". They smashed plant pots, kicked down the front gate, broke a picture flame, left smashed beer bottles all over the place, ripped up stuff in his brothers room and stole a laptop. Bad news. So christina and I went over and cleaned a good portion up with the boys. Oiy. And I think Chris's friend who had spent the night on the living room floor is my soul mate. He was a cool cat. I just cant remember his name.
But I got some more mogwai today. And I bought the Dane cook comedy album retaliation. That Dane Cook is a silly bitch.
My room is messy, and I haven't told my parents about the ticket, and I haven't been home for an entire day in, perhaps months. I miss being a lazy muh.
Oh man, Willy and Chris decided to throw a small boys night party last night, which resulted in a steriotypical "gangstas came and trashed the place". They smashed plant pots, kicked down the front gate, broke a picture flame, left smashed beer bottles all over the place, ripped up stuff in his brothers room and stole a laptop. Bad news. So christina and I went over and cleaned a good portion up with the boys. Oiy. And I think Chris's friend who had spent the night on the living room floor is my soul mate. He was a cool cat. I just cant remember his name.