I'm going to fucking burn your house down, you cunt
Well, let's see. Friday night, I think, we went to a party at Rachel's house. Ernie's "Welcome Back" party. And it was kickin. Ernie's girlfriend was fucking awesome, she rolled 7 individual joints so everyone could have one. Then we watched Reservoir Dogs and I got stoned out of my fucking mind, but it was a really good high. Shit, I'm still cruisin, but that's something else entirely.
Much to my relief, there was very little drama between Sean and Rachel and Shorty... Shorty was all talkin about how he was gonna get jumped and shit, he wanted me to drive him back south to get his smiley. Talk about overreacting.
Oh shit, I forgot to say what happened on Thursday. I can't really remember anything before me and Shorty went to go hang with Ashley and Patrick. That was fun. Shorty and myself had a very productive night, although I'm not at liberty to discuss the details.
In the monring we went and hung out downtown, which was sorta lame. I don't remember if I already mentioned this in a previous entry, but I quit my job. Just got sick of working there. Oh well. I've got my last paycheck comin in tomorrow, and it should be enough to tide me over for a few weeks as long as I'm not fucking stupid with it ( which I usually am ). Then we went and got Amy and went to Rachel's party, and that's where I started writing. Okay.
After Rachel's party I went home and got a good 12 hours of sleep. There was some kind of transition between me waking up and me going downtown to hang with Amy, Shorty, and Puddin, but I'll be damned if I remember what it was.
Damn, I love cigarettes.
Hung out at la casa de this cool punker named Dooky ( yes, go ahead and chuckle, poop is funny. ) and got messed up and forgot to call Ashley. Sorry baby, I'm a fucking idiot.
Got home at six ( minus A & S ) and spent some quality time with my little sister, telling her how full of shit everyone in the world is. It's her first year of middle school next year, and you have to just sit these kids down and tell them even if they're wildly popular, these are going to be the worst 3 years of thier lives. I know they were the worst 3 years of mine.
Anyway, we tried to go to this skinhead party, but that damned Puddin lost the guy's number and we spent about an hour trying to figure out a way to get his bike in my car, so that plan sorta fell through. We went to the radio station instead and just chilled there with Oliver and Jocelyn ( sp? ) and watched the Simpsons and shit. It was cool.
This livejournal is getting sorta lame. I mean, all I do is fucking relate the events of the past few days, it's gotta be pretty damn boring to read. Oh well, fuck you.
Much to my relief, there was very little drama between Sean and Rachel and Shorty... Shorty was all talkin about how he was gonna get jumped and shit, he wanted me to drive him back south to get his smiley. Talk about overreacting.
Oh shit, I forgot to say what happened on Thursday. I can't really remember anything before me and Shorty went to go hang with Ashley and Patrick. That was fun. Shorty and myself had a very productive night, although I'm not at liberty to discuss the details.
In the monring we went and hung out downtown, which was sorta lame. I don't remember if I already mentioned this in a previous entry, but I quit my job. Just got sick of working there. Oh well. I've got my last paycheck comin in tomorrow, and it should be enough to tide me over for a few weeks as long as I'm not fucking stupid with it ( which I usually am ). Then we went and got Amy and went to Rachel's party, and that's where I started writing. Okay.
After Rachel's party I went home and got a good 12 hours of sleep. There was some kind of transition between me waking up and me going downtown to hang with Amy, Shorty, and Puddin, but I'll be damned if I remember what it was.
Damn, I love cigarettes.
Hung out at la casa de this cool punker named Dooky ( yes, go ahead and chuckle, poop is funny. ) and got messed up and forgot to call Ashley. Sorry baby, I'm a fucking idiot.
Got home at six ( minus A & S ) and spent some quality time with my little sister, telling her how full of shit everyone in the world is. It's her first year of middle school next year, and you have to just sit these kids down and tell them even if they're wildly popular, these are going to be the worst 3 years of thier lives. I know they were the worst 3 years of mine.
Anyway, we tried to go to this skinhead party, but that damned Puddin lost the guy's number and we spent about an hour trying to figure out a way to get his bike in my car, so that plan sorta fell through. We went to the radio station instead and just chilled there with Oliver and Jocelyn ( sp? ) and watched the Simpsons and shit. It was cool.
This livejournal is getting sorta lame. I mean, all I do is fucking relate the events of the past few days, it's gotta be pretty damn boring to read. Oh well, fuck you.