So I was driving home, feeling pretty good when another car swerves and almost hits me, at which point I think to myself, "god bless us everyone!"
However, at that very instant I felt conflicted as to whether I was more upset about maybe dyeing or the possibility that my last thoughts would be about god blessing things.
But then I thought [Lisa: Fuck, I just lost the game] that it might be even worse that it would also be a Charles Dickens quotation.
I chilled out and smohged some bohms tonight with my homie Lisa. We looked for bears. But we didn't have baby bear with us because she's a pussy with a physics final in the morning.
Lisa's phone is broken and has badass pink ghostbuster ooze coming out of it. It is yet another reason why she is doomed to have demon babies. 666
I am going to have perfectly glorious Jesus babies because I'm going to name them all "Jesus." This has more to it that I can't explain over myspace.
Myspace and the game are taking over.
My hair looked really good tonight. If you haven't seen it, you should see it. And if have seen it and have a camera, take a picture of it and I'll put it on myspace for the other people who haven't seen it to see.
Anyway, I'm going to try to run try to hide break on through to the other side and wrap up this whole thing. I'll probably be really embarrassed about this. And more embarrassed when someone realizes that I'm going to post this on myspace and livejournal.
peace out, ninjas.