"I'm not quite fifty but I'm 100 percent"
I was almost out of debt, almost. But then I went to Detroit.
Last night, Drew, Jake, Chantelle and I went to see Band of Horses at The Magic Stick and the car got broken into. The day I decided to bring my fucking backpack to work with tons of clothes, shoes and makeup and shit, people have to be dinkweeds. My trusty favourite backpack, MY FUCKING JOURNAL with my whole entire life, my new vans, my suspenders, everything. Fuck. Even a banana I was really looking forward to eating when we got back to the car. Drew's window got smashed and they took his stereo and work phone. Chantelles purse got stolen and then about 5 hours later at 3 in the morning someone calls my phone from her stolen cellphone, and basically tries to tell her that he bought her phone off the street at a bike race. Then proceeds to try and pick up.
Im really sad I want my journal back. Someone out there has my fucking journal. FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK.
Really awesome things have been happening to me lately. I, I really like it.
On a side note though, we met a Cigarette Man and then some guy on the street layed out a really fly rap to us, just minutes before the devastaion of finding the sad, sad beretta.
Band of Horses set was alright, but not worth my banana getting stolen.
Last night, Drew, Jake, Chantelle and I went to see Band of Horses at The Magic Stick and the car got broken into. The day I decided to bring my fucking backpack to work with tons of clothes, shoes and makeup and shit, people have to be dinkweeds. My trusty favourite backpack, MY FUCKING JOURNAL with my whole entire life, my new vans, my suspenders, everything. Fuck. Even a banana I was really looking forward to eating when we got back to the car. Drew's window got smashed and they took his stereo and work phone. Chantelles purse got stolen and then about 5 hours later at 3 in the morning someone calls my phone from her stolen cellphone, and basically tries to tell her that he bought her phone off the street at a bike race. Then proceeds to try and pick up.
Im really sad I want my journal back. Someone out there has my fucking journal. FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK.
Really awesome things have been happening to me lately. I, I really like it.
On a side note though, we met a Cigarette Man and then some guy on the street layed out a really fly rap to us, just minutes before the devastaion of finding the sad, sad beretta.
Band of Horses set was alright, but not worth my banana getting stolen.