enemy territory

[murdocian]

so i wrote the story in a drunken stupor last nite. the alcohol helped my creativity and brought my imagery to life, but it put a bullet in between the eyes of syntax, then titty-twisted my grammar, and threw my spelling down some flights of stairs. It wasn't an easy read, but Mia managed to scrape somethin' out of it. After the paper got it's Brazilian wax job done, it was actually a very good read. And most importantly, it conveyed a great message at the end.

but damn seminar was scary. i dunno what it is about lil' blonde girls and their tempers, it's cute to watch... but damn i feel bad for their boyfriends. this chick Sara was actin' like her colostomy bag was leakin' down her leg. she threw a fuckin' tantrum cuz she didn't like the way seminar was going. If she wasn't so cute i would probably tell her to chill out. Ah, the women. they always get the better side of me. i don't think i could ever have a successful relationship with a super model. i'd let her walk all over meh. when it comes to relationships i'm definetly a different kind of hoe. it's a sickness. and it's genetic too. my Dad didn't leave me with much advice for life, but the one thing he did teach me is to always treat your girl right.

so yea. seminar was a flop. aside from the single's party, the weekend is gonna be pretty shitty. too much crap to do.

--is that all this life has to offer?--