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Huh, I was sick for 3 days last weekend with bad stomach cramping
and vomiting. I was in so much pain that when I was trying to sleep I'd keep waking up constently during my dreams so I tought they were real. I actually jumped up at like 2 in the moring to turn on a lamp to assure myself that there weren't alligators by my feet and that the hill billies hadn't chained me to the swamp.
It was fucked up.
other then that my legs are just really tired from walking around so much at night.
I'm gonna have to go to work on monday! which is cool because I need and want a fat wad of cash to fund my love to buy things loud, fast, or just pretty to look at.
I ran into alan toe-bis-ka today a freddies and he was all tweeked out on dxm.
he freaked out and got excited when he saw me and was telling me how I was the wierd kid he sees when hes on x. and to top it all off
andrew-mother fucking-Bush was there and they thought it would be a grand idea to talk to me.
so yeah... Dylans wrote me and told me about some dumb fatass kid in treatment who smuggled in a cell-phone, a map of Utah, and some money. But that not the best part the asshole got caught because he was making calls on the thing and on a closer search of his belonging he had fashioned an escape rope out of fucking shoelaces , SHOE....MOTherFUKING...LACES, this thing wouldn't hold a fucking cat let alone someone that's probably 2x dylans weight.
But yeah I thought that was pretty funny.
Now the kid is in ISU which stand for....
Isolated-Somthing or-Uther I don't know what it exactly stands for but what I do know is that it's when they throw you into a white padded room without anything in it and you sit in there till they think you can come out. so that kinda fucked up.
and vomiting. I was in so much pain that when I was trying to sleep I'd keep waking up constently during my dreams so I tought they were real. I actually jumped up at like 2 in the moring to turn on a lamp to assure myself that there weren't alligators by my feet and that the hill billies hadn't chained me to the swamp.
It was fucked up.
other then that my legs are just really tired from walking around so much at night.
I'm gonna have to go to work on monday! which is cool because I need and want a fat wad of cash to fund my love to buy things loud, fast, or just pretty to look at.
I ran into alan toe-bis-ka today a freddies and he was all tweeked out on dxm.
he freaked out and got excited when he saw me and was telling me how I was the wierd kid he sees when hes on x. and to top it all off
andrew-mother fucking-Bush was there and they thought it would be a grand idea to talk to me.
so yeah... Dylans wrote me and told me about some dumb fatass kid in treatment who smuggled in a cell-phone, a map of Utah, and some money. But that not the best part the asshole got caught because he was making calls on the thing and on a closer search of his belonging he had fashioned an escape rope out of fucking shoelaces , SHOE....MOTherFUKING...LACES, this thing wouldn't hold a fucking cat let alone someone that's probably 2x dylans weight.
But yeah I thought that was pretty funny.
Now the kid is in ISU which stand for....
Isolated-Somthing or-Uther I don't know what it exactly stands for but what I do know is that it's when they throw you into a white padded room without anything in it and you sit in there till they think you can come out. so that kinda fucked up.