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my day began at 4:30 a.m. when my uncle woke me up and told me to take him to the airport. it took an hour and on the way back i was hallucinating while listening to AC/Dc on tape. good times if you ask me. then i got home and fell asleep till 2:30, then dragged myself out of bed and went to registration for school. it was gay and i saw a buch of homo's there. most people at that school are...
lauren helped me register because i was very scared...and maxim got jealous that i talked to her. my id picture is going to be awesome because my hair was all mattted and there was drool on my face from when i woke up. i was also wearing an " i love SF" shirt. misha thinks i'm a fag...but she can go suck a fat dick. it turned out that they couldn't register me because my uncle forgot to sign one line. it was gay. so...i went home. and fell asleep. for a long time. then i went to hot topic for the first time in a while with misha, the fag. i almost got a tiger army shirt...but then changed my mind. then i drove to misha's house...where i'm at now. i got a ramones shirt it's bitchin'. school starts in a week. work sucks and i'm tired.
i miss dallas. a lot. perhaps i shall go and visit her some weekend in september. we shall see. i didn't send your letter yet...still looking for an envelope. awww...cheer up. brar. i haven't talked to you in forever. i'll call you soon. i'm rick james bitch. *muah* muthafucka.
peace out gangstas.
oh yeah and phil i hope pima is good. it sounds like it is. and dave...call me. to all else, i send you my love.
missing you from the heart of California,
erik
my day began at 4:30 a.m. when my uncle woke me up and told me to take him to the airport. it took an hour and on the way back i was hallucinating while listening to AC/Dc on tape. good times if you ask me. then i got home and fell asleep till 2:30, then dragged myself out of bed and went to registration for school. it was gay and i saw a buch of homo's there. most people at that school are...
lauren helped me register because i was very scared...and maxim got jealous that i talked to her. my id picture is going to be awesome because my hair was all mattted and there was drool on my face from when i woke up. i was also wearing an " i love SF" shirt. misha thinks i'm a fag...but she can go suck a fat dick. it turned out that they couldn't register me because my uncle forgot to sign one line. it was gay. so...i went home. and fell asleep. for a long time. then i went to hot topic for the first time in a while with misha, the fag. i almost got a tiger army shirt...but then changed my mind. then i drove to misha's house...where i'm at now. i got a ramones shirt it's bitchin'. school starts in a week. work sucks and i'm tired.
i miss dallas. a lot. perhaps i shall go and visit her some weekend in september. we shall see. i didn't send your letter yet...still looking for an envelope. awww...cheer up. brar. i haven't talked to you in forever. i'll call you soon. i'm rick james bitch. *muah* muthafucka.
peace out gangstas.
oh yeah and phil i hope pima is good. it sounds like it is. and dave...call me. to all else, i send you my love.
missing you from the heart of California,
erik