BAM
WOW. Here you go paul. You wanted me to write in my god damn journal. Well here you go! you feel real tough now? Fuckin bastard. This is worse than homework. OH WELL. I have nothing to write about. I mean i could proably think of a few things while i'm sitting here, but ummmmmmmm FUCK THAT. I'm hungry. i'm leaving. Oh i also feel like there is a dinner utensile in my eye.