BLEACH FUCKING BURNS!!!
Uhmmm.
I'm dyeing my hair. I wrote 'dying' at first. Freudian slip? OK.
Sam just picked up her mother and carried her across the hall. I think I love it here.
"She's like travel-size mom." says Jen. <3
WHAT IS THIS SOUND?!?!?!
Jen's singing some song. I know the artist, but I don't remember. GODDAMNIT.
Why is this in real time? I have no idea.
I just rubbed bleach all over my hand. OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH.
Yet I continue typing. Sweet action.
Jon Weiner's tonight? I don't know? FUCK YOU cpriscthoer gnanren.
I'm gonna go drink a cup of chocolate milk. I hope you have a lovely day.
Also, mrak sinkner is attractive.
Peace out.
OK so I'm not done. Read on for fun:
So I got this parking ticket from the Poison Room parking lot on the second day of SkaStock. And I was PISSED. But Jen gave me 20 bucks for it, so it was covered. Right? Right. Well, being the procrastinator that I am, I have put off paying it until today, the day it's due, the very last day to pay before I owe 7 CHAMILLIONAIRE dollars to some dumbass Lexis parking dude. So I run with Sammy to Kroger to get a fucking money order, which is only 79 cents, so that was dece. So I do so. SO. And then we go to my car to put it in the envelope and write shit on said envelope. However, I do MANY things wrong in this UNNECESSARILY difficult process. I wrote THEIR address in the spot for MY address, I scribbled it out, I was like, 'eh, whatever'--Chris, I believe that's your fave phrase (HEY THERE DOUCHE!)--I sealed it, I realized I was supposed to put the ticket INSIDE with the money, I unsealed it, it wouldn't stick, I did it again, OH FUCK I JUST REMEMBERED THAT IT NEVER SEALED CORRECTLY. FUCK. FUCK. This means someone else is going to get my 20 fucking dollars. GODDAMNIT. I literally just remembered this as I wrote this OBNOXIOUSLY long post. GODDAMFUCKIT. OK, well, actually, the post office dudes or dudettes--I'm very PC :)--will probably notice this sad faux pas I committed. And most likely seal it up for me. PHEW. However, this will leave them the indelible impression that I am a dumbass who can't follow directions and can't lick a fucking envelope correctly. Yeah.
spiderman's girlfriend=sam. hahahahahahahahaha. ha.
I'm dyeing my hair. I wrote 'dying' at first. Freudian slip? OK.
Sam just picked up her mother and carried her across the hall. I think I love it here.
"She's like travel-size mom." says Jen. <3
WHAT IS THIS SOUND?!?!?!
Jen's singing some song. I know the artist, but I don't remember. GODDAMNIT.
Why is this in real time? I have no idea.
I just rubbed bleach all over my hand. OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH.
Yet I continue typing. Sweet action.
Jon Weiner's tonight? I don't know? FUCK YOU cpriscthoer gnanren.
I'm gonna go drink a cup of chocolate milk. I hope you have a lovely day.
Also, mrak sinkner is attractive.
Peace out.
OK so I'm not done. Read on for fun:
So I got this parking ticket from the Poison Room parking lot on the second day of SkaStock. And I was PISSED. But Jen gave me 20 bucks for it, so it was covered. Right? Right. Well, being the procrastinator that I am, I have put off paying it until today, the day it's due, the very last day to pay before I owe 7 CHAMILLIONAIRE dollars to some dumbass Lexis parking dude. So I run with Sammy to Kroger to get a fucking money order, which is only 79 cents, so that was dece. So I do so. SO. And then we go to my car to put it in the envelope and write shit on said envelope. However, I do MANY things wrong in this UNNECESSARILY difficult process. I wrote THEIR address in the spot for MY address, I scribbled it out, I was like, 'eh, whatever'--Chris, I believe that's your fave phrase (HEY THERE DOUCHE!)--I sealed it, I realized I was supposed to put the ticket INSIDE with the money, I unsealed it, it wouldn't stick, I did it again, OH FUCK I JUST REMEMBERED THAT IT NEVER SEALED CORRECTLY. FUCK. FUCK. This means someone else is going to get my 20 fucking dollars. GODDAMNIT. I literally just remembered this as I wrote this OBNOXIOUSLY long post. GODDAMFUCKIT. OK, well, actually, the post office dudes or dudettes--I'm very PC :)--will probably notice this sad faux pas I committed. And most likely seal it up for me. PHEW. However, this will leave them the indelible impression that I am a dumbass who can't follow directions and can't lick a fucking envelope correctly. Yeah.
spiderman's girlfriend=sam. hahahahahahahahaha. ha.