77 days
my hampster died, it doesn't sound like much, but he was the best hampster i ever knew, i hope he's off having an awesome time in some crazy fun land after life making me proud. i burried him in the back yard in a make shift coffin. the other night a couple friends and i snook into the pool at the hills. i didn't have any shorts so i just swam in blue jeans like an idiot. after that we snook into the best western pool, i was throwing plastic chairs in the water like a rebel when i saw some dude standing there all dressed up and holding a flashlight. i thought about jumping the fence but i just acted casual and he thought we were staying there. i'm just ripping this off an email i wrote to somebody i don't even know but i thought i'd keep you posted and i don't have much else to say, specialy since nobody actually reads this. but in my mind this is front page.