i just stabbed myself...
...with a thumb tack. Oh well. i just got back from an all day shopping spree. i actually didn't get much- just two pairs of jeans, a magazine (AP-check it out because it has all of the cd releases for 2005), and a Frank Sinatra book. i'm tired as shit now. Thank God i wasn't born a woman. Anyway, i think the real reason i'm tired is because i had like 3 hours of sleep last night. Jr and i went to iHop as usual and then went and saw "Meet the Fockers" with his woman. It was a good movie but i don't think it beats the first. Then we all went to the Sox which was depressing. Chris is moving out so there pretty much isn't anything in the apartment now. Out of boredom we made up stupid games to pass time like: 20 questions, i spy, and sex. Finally, we left "sweet pea" at the apartment and headed to CK's. Jr already said something about it in his journal and it really is impossible to describe. Well, maybe not... ok, imagine a crazy Captain Ahab saying random shit and talking to himself and singing Sinatra. Everyone in the place was crazy though! You have Ahab from the paddy wagon, Robert, a white man with an afro, Ray, the guy that works there with a few screws loose, and the crazy Iraqi guy in the back of the place who i think was crazy too. He was dying out laughing all night to himself and we don't know why. So yeah... i'm tired now. But the funny thing is: we're going back to iHop and CK's again tonight. Shit yeah! Later cock asses.