Memorial Day Weekend
It's an incredibly hot night here in Connecticut and I plan on spending it by attending a hot rod rumble with my dad in his '62 Thunderbird at a local drive-in restaurant (which for me means hot dogs and sweet potato fries)... and then heading to some local bar with my step=sister's friend and her boyfriend. God only knows how the night will go as a whole, but it should be fun nonetheless.
There's really not much else to talk about. I'm trying to keep this shit a little less personal and just focus on my own life. It will simply serve as a way for those I care about to keep up to date as to what i'm doing these days. Oh, I forgot to mention that I'll likely be heading overseas for a couple months this fall to visit friends in Britain, Ireland, Spain, and Sweden. Yeah, should be a good time I believe!
Lastly... here's an excerpt from a conversation had with Sarah a couple days ago. We had been speaking of my general dislike for Bjork, but then she had to go and drop the "P-Bomb". No one hates Peaches as much as I do... no one:
Sean: Good fucking god... I'd rather suck Bjorks cunt till i puked, than ever spend one dying second being exposed to anything Peaches has ever been within 10 fucking feet of.
Sarah: But she's so liberated and inspirational to young girls. Bahahahahaha!
Sean: She's a piece of shit and needs to get hit by a bus... a big bus... covered in razorblades, dead babies, and feces. Then the bus will back up and do it again... and Jesus Christ himself will drop from the heavens, bend over, let one rip right between her eyes... and drag her personally, kicking and screaming to the gates of hell.
Thank you and good night.
There's really not much else to talk about. I'm trying to keep this shit a little less personal and just focus on my own life. It will simply serve as a way for those I care about to keep up to date as to what i'm doing these days. Oh, I forgot to mention that I'll likely be heading overseas for a couple months this fall to visit friends in Britain, Ireland, Spain, and Sweden. Yeah, should be a good time I believe!
Lastly... here's an excerpt from a conversation had with Sarah a couple days ago. We had been speaking of my general dislike for Bjork, but then she had to go and drop the "P-Bomb". No one hates Peaches as much as I do... no one:
Sean: Good fucking god... I'd rather suck Bjorks cunt till i puked, than ever spend one dying second being exposed to anything Peaches has ever been within 10 fucking feet of.
Sarah: But she's so liberated and inspirational to young girls. Bahahahahaha!
Sean: She's a piece of shit and needs to get hit by a bus... a big bus... covered in razorblades, dead babies, and feces. Then the bus will back up and do it again... and Jesus Christ himself will drop from the heavens, bend over, let one rip right between her eyes... and drag her personally, kicking and screaming to the gates of hell.
Thank you and good night.