i would cut your head off and eat it...
got home, worked on the truck's AC. got nowhere, got dirty, got clean, played guitar, now i'm just about ready for bed. i've had a real hardcore feeling like i dont give a shit this week. i guess i got alot going on, but who doesnt. still confused, still supressed, still wondering. jessica simpson is ugly without makeup, and she farts. horrible... no one beats my sweetheart. hopefully i'm as important to her as she is to me, but you never know. maybe she can call me before i go to sleep and we can find out?