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18 days until I have to quit smoking... that's the deal. fuck.
That was the worst parade I have ever seen in my fucking life; I would rather eat my own shit than see that fucking thing again. BAH HUMBUG I hate parades even worse than I hate fabricated holidays.
Joey keeps calling me a little boy and it's really irritating and immature. EVERY TIME I see him he shouts, "hey little boy, you want some candy?" He's the sick one... making it sound like he enjoys diddling little boys like michael jackson with a fifth of vodka. fucker.
chuck wagon cream of broccoli soup makes me gaseous.
I got really hammered last night and backed into a parked car in lauri's parking lot. it was funny... heather laughed at me, thank god (it was her car). no damage to either vehicle. libby would have ripped my fucking head off, bless her soul.
sorry about the bitter entry.
later days... HOLLA AT YA BOI!
That was the worst parade I have ever seen in my fucking life; I would rather eat my own shit than see that fucking thing again. BAH HUMBUG I hate parades even worse than I hate fabricated holidays.
Joey keeps calling me a little boy and it's really irritating and immature. EVERY TIME I see him he shouts, "hey little boy, you want some candy?" He's the sick one... making it sound like he enjoys diddling little boys like michael jackson with a fifth of vodka. fucker.
chuck wagon cream of broccoli soup makes me gaseous.
I got really hammered last night and backed into a parked car in lauri's parking lot. it was funny... heather laughed at me, thank god (it was her car). no damage to either vehicle. libby would have ripped my fucking head off, bless her soul.
sorry about the bitter entry.
later days... HOLLA AT YA BOI!