Good grief Charlie Brown....
There is so much to update about.
And y'all knowing me I will update you on everything you should know.
The point is.
Life is giving me a lot of ups and downs.
I'm loving it all.
Except for my current ailment.
Being that my body is flushing me of all that is good and holy and right in this world.
If I think I am going to die...
I will leave a list of where I would like to be placed and where my items should go.
Shea.
Ryan.
Thank you for taking care of me.
Oh and Boat Truck.
I got your back.
I love you.
You're like the brother I have never had.
You have feelings too.
And ARE NOT inanimate.
I know.
I am sorry for all the times we fought.
Don't cry anymore.
The other Cheat is doing well in Chatt town.
He says hello and he misses you.
And no.
Just because I am sick and possibly dehydrated I am not HALLUCINATING!
So just get off my back.
I love Boat Truck and he loves me too.
He's the only real man in my life right now.
OK.
Mudder of Gawd.
I hate my room mates.
And their nasty smelling incense.
It smells like old strawberry scented burnt food.
I hope they die and rot in hell!!!!!!!!
Except Andrea.
But she doesn't count.
She lives with Kyle.
And left me here to die slowly.
In my throwing up pain.
I want a steak.
And Boat Truck.
We had a lot of love together.
And he is like a boat.
Harbor interior my ass.
B-O-A-T.
Floaty things in the water.
And the wooden steering wheel.
boat.
Mother fuckers.
Boat.
BOAT.
That got me alllllllllll riled up and potentially ruined my entire year.
Not like 2005 has been all that blissful.
I make faces.
Oh.
Hey.
Christmas suggestions.
I want a video camera.
So I can video tape my life.
And stuff me and Shea say.
Because I crack myself up.
But when I can record it.
I want be funny anymore.
I think I need to throw up again.
Yuck.
Cold.
Cold.
Nasty incense.
I need a snuggler.
And y'all knowing me I will update you on everything you should know.
The point is.
Life is giving me a lot of ups and downs.
I'm loving it all.
Except for my current ailment.
Being that my body is flushing me of all that is good and holy and right in this world.
If I think I am going to die...
I will leave a list of where I would like to be placed and where my items should go.
Shea.
Ryan.
Thank you for taking care of me.
Oh and Boat Truck.
I got your back.
I love you.
You're like the brother I have never had.
You have feelings too.
And ARE NOT inanimate.
I know.
I am sorry for all the times we fought.
Don't cry anymore.
The other Cheat is doing well in Chatt town.
He says hello and he misses you.
And no.
Just because I am sick and possibly dehydrated I am not HALLUCINATING!
So just get off my back.
I love Boat Truck and he loves me too.
He's the only real man in my life right now.
OK.
Mudder of Gawd.
I hate my room mates.
And their nasty smelling incense.
It smells like old strawberry scented burnt food.
I hope they die and rot in hell!!!!!!!!
Except Andrea.
But she doesn't count.
She lives with Kyle.
And left me here to die slowly.
In my throwing up pain.
I want a steak.
And Boat Truck.
We had a lot of love together.
And he is like a boat.
Harbor interior my ass.
B-O-A-T.
Floaty things in the water.
And the wooden steering wheel.
boat.
Mother fuckers.
Boat.
BOAT.
That got me alllllllllll riled up and potentially ruined my entire year.
Not like 2005 has been all that blissful.
I make faces.
Oh.
Hey.
Christmas suggestions.
I want a video camera.
So I can video tape my life.
And stuff me and Shea say.
Because I crack myself up.
But when I can record it.
I want be funny anymore.
I think I need to throw up again.
Yuck.
Cold.
Cold.
Nasty incense.
I need a snuggler.