3/4’s Vomit and Corey can’t communicate.
Fuck our class song. Take that out of your profiles. Please. We take pride in the fact that we’re a huge party class. First of all, no we’re not, and second of all why take pride in that. I also like when kids refer to it as teenage wasteland. That’s not the name of the song. Whatever. Rumor has it it sounds better in a dorm room. My dad is coaching me on how to be rich. I am in the process of step 1 of 12 steps to success. No I’m not. But I will be rich. And I will use this journal as proof that I knew it. I’ll go, hey bitches who work under me… look at this shit! I pledge to do drugs with every person who threatens to kick my ass. I may have already accomplished that because I’m such a sweetheart but who knows. Cocaine is bad. Don’t do cocaine. I know life is going bad when I look at my cat and envy that she gets to sit around and do nothing. I know life is going good when I look at my cat and say, what a fucking shitty boring life. For the record right now I’m glad I’m human. I did my RAID. I think I was the last one to pass it in aside from Derek who has no reason to. But I fucking did it. I love the smell of air-conditioning. Oh, I found the line. Then crossed it. And kept walking. Summer will be fun. For the first time I have faith that I am correct.