Eat a queer fetus for Jesus.
I woke up this morning. I ate some Frosted Mini-Wheats. Then I was bored for a while. Then after that I laid on my bed and stared at the celling. But just then, as I was about to die of blandness, Mike called and said, "Hey, you wanna go paint-balling?" Then of course I was like, "Gee Golly, that would sure be radical!" So then we paint-balled. I came home kinda at some dinner(a snow ball, and some chips & salsa), and went to bed. Then a little while later I awoke. I came downstairs got some water and here I am, writing in my flibbin' journal. I need to cut back on the angel dust...