shirt of meat!
wednesday, graduation day, will be the start of summerplus for the two excited young ladies pictured at right.
so i saw rotten sound last night, and they basically brought their a-game.
tomorrow dutch and i are going to state college with one or two others, where i am going to sell my 'gently used, brand named clothing' to plato's closet, the store with the coolest commercials this side of safe auto.
sarah doyle is finally fucking here from arkansas, and i haven't even been asked to hang out yet. who's obviously getting the shaft? this guy.
i got this, this, and the last of this shirt today.
my hair color faded to shit within a fucking week again. soi bought my own hairdye, and am hereby going nuts.
i wish leng tch'e would just write lyrics in their own fucking language. then i wouldn't have to read things like "to all of you i can only say fuck off coz' i hate you all" anymore. sleazebag would be such a good song if it weren't written solely about his roommate drinking beer and watching porn.
i got my sampler in the mail, and it doesn't fucking work. so it looks like it'll be a little while longer before i'm truly awesome.
and what's cooler than being cool? the thing to the left.
hopefully this summer(plus) is going to be the best ever. maybe i'll actually put some effort into hanging out with someone other than dutch, morgan or the band.
or maybe i'll go eat wormz.