Beware of TAXES and loud noises.
Soooo. Liffeeeee issss grrraannnddd. There are lots of people who are like 'SOOO LIFEE ISN'T SOOO GRANNDD OKAY?' and that sucks for them. Because life is grand.
I got a job at Red Robinzzzz and it's pretty much pointless, as are all jobs in the resturaunt business, except for managing. Let me tell you about a great manager. His name is Abe. He is great. We think he's Egyptian, but we're not sure. He's in love with my girlfriend and makes us free hashbrowns, and there are lots of people who wouldn't make us free hashbrowns, but Abe makes us free hashbrowns. And Lindsay's manager gives us free pie. Sometimes. Not all the time. Pie thief.
PIIIEEE THIIIIEEEFF.
I'm feeling sort of crazy and bizarre but that's probably because I'm so content with life and life is good. Summer school starts sort of soon, but that's alright because I'll be living in my own house and having gay relationships with the rest of the boys in there. It's like a, uhm. Reality show. Whatever.
My money has been drained from my pockets and bank accout so I have been living off of the money Lindsay gives me and the change I find in my dads office. That's like stealing. Well it is stealing. But Lindsay's so great she buys everything for me. AWWWW. Sugar-mammamamamam.....a. Give me yo' money, give me yo' monnnn'ayyyy.
UPDATE ON CATS:
My two cats are the greatest ever. Except Wyatt is constantly hiding from everyone ever born. Lindsay and I are the cat-saver-super-heros. Imagine a Chipolte burrito. Okay, are you imagining a Chipotle burrito? Okay. Good. Now imagine a Chipolte burrito with fur and a cats head and tail and legs and whatever the hell grows off of cats that isn't fur or heads or tails or legs. We saved two cats that looked like that. I don't imagine they'd taste as good as a Chipotle burrito though. Hardly anything does.
I just saw a rabbit jump about 5 feet in the air in my backyard. IT'S MATING SEASON ALL! ARE YOU MATING?!?!?!?!??!?!
Snood is the best computer game ever invented and FUCK YOU WORLD OF WAR-CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See what I did there? Instead of saying WORLD OF WARCRAFT I said WORLD OF WAR-CRACK, because that's how much I hateeeee that game. And if you say it's awesome, I will stab you in the knee cap with a pen. I've never been stabbed in the knee cap with a pen, but I'd imagine it would hurttt. DAY-UM.
So it's like 110 degrees out and that's so fucking insane because it's not even June. I attempted carrying around a bucket of ice so I could stick my head in it whenever I felt hot, but my mistake, I put it in a metal pail and all the ice melted and then started to boil. Not so refreshing. Okay, that really didn't happen. But that's something that could have happened very easily in this stove that we call Arizona. But then again, the desert is amazing. It defies all laws of nature. Anorexic pillars form upside-down from masses of purple rock like 100-ton lolly pops and you can be in 110 degrees, drive two hours, and be in nice 70 degree weather.
Regardless. Fuck you Arizona.
This is Lindsay.
I got a job at Red Robinzzzz and it's pretty much pointless, as are all jobs in the resturaunt business, except for managing. Let me tell you about a great manager. His name is Abe. He is great. We think he's Egyptian, but we're not sure. He's in love with my girlfriend and makes us free hashbrowns, and there are lots of people who wouldn't make us free hashbrowns, but Abe makes us free hashbrowns. And Lindsay's manager gives us free pie. Sometimes. Not all the time. Pie thief.
PIIIEEE THIIIIEEEFF.
I'm feeling sort of crazy and bizarre but that's probably because I'm so content with life and life is good. Summer school starts sort of soon, but that's alright because I'll be living in my own house and having gay relationships with the rest of the boys in there. It's like a, uhm. Reality show. Whatever.
My money has been drained from my pockets and bank accout so I have been living off of the money Lindsay gives me and the change I find in my dads office. That's like stealing. Well it is stealing. But Lindsay's so great she buys everything for me. AWWWW. Sugar-mammamamamam.....a. Give me yo' money, give me yo' monnnn'ayyyy.
UPDATE ON CATS:
My two cats are the greatest ever. Except Wyatt is constantly hiding from everyone ever born. Lindsay and I are the cat-saver-super-heros. Imagine a Chipolte burrito. Okay, are you imagining a Chipotle burrito? Okay. Good. Now imagine a Chipolte burrito with fur and a cats head and tail and legs and whatever the hell grows off of cats that isn't fur or heads or tails or legs. We saved two cats that looked like that. I don't imagine they'd taste as good as a Chipotle burrito though. Hardly anything does.
I just saw a rabbit jump about 5 feet in the air in my backyard. IT'S MATING SEASON ALL! ARE YOU MATING?!?!?!?!??!?!
Snood is the best computer game ever invented and FUCK YOU WORLD OF WAR-CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See what I did there? Instead of saying WORLD OF WARCRAFT I said WORLD OF WAR-CRACK, because that's how much I hateeeee that game. And if you say it's awesome, I will stab you in the knee cap with a pen. I've never been stabbed in the knee cap with a pen, but I'd imagine it would hurttt. DAY-UM.
So it's like 110 degrees out and that's so fucking insane because it's not even June. I attempted carrying around a bucket of ice so I could stick my head in it whenever I felt hot, but my mistake, I put it in a metal pail and all the ice melted and then started to boil. Not so refreshing. Okay, that really didn't happen. But that's something that could have happened very easily in this stove that we call Arizona. But then again, the desert is amazing. It defies all laws of nature. Anorexic pillars form upside-down from masses of purple rock like 100-ton lolly pops and you can be in 110 degrees, drive two hours, and be in nice 70 degree weather.
Regardless. Fuck you Arizona.
This is Lindsay.