gasp...its not bastille day.
damn man. i forgot bastille day this year. i celebrate it every year in honor of my few awesome french relatives. my great great someone who served under napoleone as a general (his name is on the arc de triumph. you can see it at the hotel in vegas) and my other great great someone who came to california and got rich by finding gold and on his way back was attacked by pirates in panama. we have the pirates name written down somewhere i should look it up. speaking of pirates.
bloody best most entertaining movie ever. ahh wicked good. - best guy ever- a guy who looks like a pirate, talkes like a swinger, thinks like a cowboy and moves like a ninja.
summer is good. i dont need open heart surgery like we thought because the medication is working. so yay. but i have to get surgery within the next 2 years. we found one thats new. its called the flower something. or else if i dont fix the hole and the anyersm i cant have kids and bum bum bum ...could/will die. so i guess we will get that taken care of.
i bought some awesome vintage frames and im putting lenses in them. im so exctied. im going to look like such a nerd. other than that i have claimed a new subculture as my own and am entering the world of rockabily. i went to the hootanany and had a good time. by the way the new big bad voodoo daddy ablum is poo snatch and its sad times i spent my money on it.
other than that things are good. i would sell my soul and if i still had it my virginity to the next guy who had air conditioning. my house is most definitly located in the 5th circle of hell and so fucking hot. shit man.
my dog tore her tendon and had surgery. its sad times having a cone head dog. oh! i got a digital camera because my mom loves me.
umm went swimming in the ocean yesterday. good good times.
i have hit the so called wall and trying to stay postive. last quarter- heart shit, mom having life threatening disease and a stroke in her eye, breaking up with ben and other crap was hard. and this isnt the best recovery summer i got to say. i have stopped crying in the mornings from the heart pain and i have accepted not being with ben. oh well. anyway. staying postive. things are good and im good.
salud to this post and cheers to my caked on sweat!
bloody best most entertaining movie ever. ahh wicked good. - best guy ever- a guy who looks like a pirate, talkes like a swinger, thinks like a cowboy and moves like a ninja.
summer is good. i dont need open heart surgery like we thought because the medication is working. so yay. but i have to get surgery within the next 2 years. we found one thats new. its called the flower something. or else if i dont fix the hole and the anyersm i cant have kids and bum bum bum ...could/will die. so i guess we will get that taken care of.
i bought some awesome vintage frames and im putting lenses in them. im so exctied. im going to look like such a nerd. other than that i have claimed a new subculture as my own and am entering the world of rockabily. i went to the hootanany and had a good time. by the way the new big bad voodoo daddy ablum is poo snatch and its sad times i spent my money on it.
other than that things are good. i would sell my soul and if i still had it my virginity to the next guy who had air conditioning. my house is most definitly located in the 5th circle of hell and so fucking hot. shit man.
my dog tore her tendon and had surgery. its sad times having a cone head dog. oh! i got a digital camera because my mom loves me.
umm went swimming in the ocean yesterday. good good times.
i have hit the so called wall and trying to stay postive. last quarter- heart shit, mom having life threatening disease and a stroke in her eye, breaking up with ben and other crap was hard. and this isnt the best recovery summer i got to say. i have stopped crying in the mornings from the heart pain and i have accepted not being with ben. oh well. anyway. staying postive. things are good and im good.
salud to this post and cheers to my caked on sweat!