look between your toes.

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hung out with heather and her big ole titties yesterday. that was fabulous because i hadn't seen her in forever. she's wonderful. she is now the guardian of billy, my first bong. he was in some rotten, nasty, condemned house.. but she rescued him and has given him a nice home where he is loved lots.

today i went shopping with d and paul. we went to staples and i picked up the intercom and said, "cum in my hole!!!". a lot of laughter followed.

sometimes i wonder how people can let themselves go as some do. the simplest things like washing your feet totally slip the minds of some. it's strange.

so my mom calls me this morning and i'm asleep so i hang up on her not thinking. so then hours later i call her back and she all asks me if i want to come over for dinner tonight and i'm like hellz yeah. so then she says, "just be sure you don't come over stoned". right. so i get there and i'm all asking her what she was talking about and she basically said that she knows i'm a pot head, respects the decisions i make for myself as an adult, but just doesn't want me to come around when i'm stoned. rock and roll. that's cool.

life = rad ass.

happy to be me. must suck to be you....really, really, really, really bad.