It puts the bullets in the head.
My day started like many other days with the me being awoken early as fuck at 1pm by a phone call. Damn people and their telling me the're coming over. Today I hung out with Jon and Debour (sp?) we got high and played video games like normal stoners and shit. When they left I began cleaning my room so it can somewhat look nice on newyears.
I have 1 reader of my journal, but I've yet to have a person comment me on shit. The first person that does will recieve.. um whatever the fuck they want as long as I agree with it.
Like money
or a dollar
or a complamentary stabbing of the face
or something that sounds good
or something anything.
ARGH wrighters block/psyched about tommarow.
I have 1 reader of my journal, but I've yet to have a person comment me on shit. The first person that does will recieve.. um whatever the fuck they want as long as I agree with it.
Like money
or a dollar
or a complamentary stabbing of the face
or something that sounds good
or something anything.
ARGH wrighters block/psyched about tommarow.