free the red-skins, burn the jews!
coming out of the closet, so to speak.
mat[t] and i, that is.
we're GOING OUT, OKAY!?
woke up, showered, despite the fact that i figured i'd be doing nothing today. started to work on my paper, but was suddenly dragged off to christol street to look at a house that is smack-dab in the middle of EVERYTHING. across the street from josh's friends, inbetween zach's and kate's, and closer to the high school. i'd be neighbors with sam masters.
but i like the house. my mom was bitching because we'd have a great room and she didn't want to walk into the living room. but it's a parlor. honestly, i think we should just have the tv in the basement. rec room, baby.
the room that would be mine has a roof outside the window. and the tracks run behind it. and the washer/dryer is upstairs, and that's convenient. i would go as far to say that it's SEXY SEXY.
i really like it.
but my mom... is being so fucking picky. it's really annoying.
eh.
came home, dialed 4 for donato, chillaxed with henderson and sicily. we went through the recycling center behind the complex and smashed bottles, and fucked around in the "forest of no return" for a good few hours. all of us got FILTHY moving the fence into the ravine. loads of bugs, man, how could ANYONE have sex back there!?
GOD.
and we went to krauszer's, and i officially have no money. spent it all on hairclips and white sunglasses.
AND MILK DUDS.
and... it was cute.
my whole life is so cute.
i rather enjoy it.
but now, now, it is time for me to... write this thing. yes.
mat[t] and i, that is.
we're GOING OUT, OKAY!?
woke up, showered, despite the fact that i figured i'd be doing nothing today. started to work on my paper, but was suddenly dragged off to christol street to look at a house that is smack-dab in the middle of EVERYTHING. across the street from josh's friends, inbetween zach's and kate's, and closer to the high school. i'd be neighbors with sam masters.
but i like the house. my mom was bitching because we'd have a great room and she didn't want to walk into the living room. but it's a parlor. honestly, i think we should just have the tv in the basement. rec room, baby.
the room that would be mine has a roof outside the window. and the tracks run behind it. and the washer/dryer is upstairs, and that's convenient. i would go as far to say that it's SEXY SEXY.
i really like it.
but my mom... is being so fucking picky. it's really annoying.
eh.
came home, dialed 4 for donato, chillaxed with henderson and sicily. we went through the recycling center behind the complex and smashed bottles, and fucked around in the "forest of no return" for a good few hours. all of us got FILTHY moving the fence into the ravine. loads of bugs, man, how could ANYONE have sex back there!?
GOD.
and we went to krauszer's, and i officially have no money. spent it all on hairclips and white sunglasses.
AND MILK DUDS.
and... it was cute.
my whole life is so cute.
i rather enjoy it.
but now, now, it is time for me to... write this thing. yes.