Jun 21, 2004 02:06
Nothing sucks. Everything is freakin perfect.
Don's parents are gone. Gone...like...for a week.
I have a new home...along with the rest of the group. I like his place so much better than any where else. I wish I was there right now.
I love this.
I just spent over and hour and a half on the phone with Lancer...talking about how great everything is. And how we miss Don and wish we were at his awesome house right now...killing bunnies...and talking about those damn hatching eggs.
I discussed the greatness of it all with Stacor too. She loves them. I love this summer. She actually thinks my friends are cool. This means alot. And they are freakin cool. They're the best/greatest friends I've ever had.
Who else can you talk about bar hopping with former conservative presidents. Or bunny killing. Or those damn eggs. Steven DeCastro's penis. Lancer's hair. Fighting Westside style. Emo song book queers. Death metal meets techno. Sloth. .....not to mention the 3857203965 other inside jokes.
I met Don's girl friend. I love her. She's great. Everything's great.
I hung out with Robby. He doesnt hate me. He's a cool guy. He's great.
I love my life. I havent been able to say that honestly very often. But it's true. I would be pissed off if I was someone other than me. Everything fucking rocks!