Damp
Oi.
Well, birthday started off SUCKTASTIC. My Stepdad refuses to talk to me, and I re-built the brick wall by myself. W007, N38 !5 73H 1337 M450N!!!11!!1 My Dad gave my all of these fancy tools and crap, and I did a crappy job with them. So I ditched 'em, used my hands, got down 'n dirty ( Oh baby. ) and did a lot better.
Things got better when we went to Shoguns. I saw an old friend, Phillip, and I filled out an application there. Sounds like a nice place, with snazzy black outfits, but I'll sooner take Hot Topic by far, and will try that ASAP.
Things got a lot better when I got home and Friends came over. Elissa, Gizmo, Ashley, and Greg. We just sat down and talked most of the time, laughing forever, and then played some drug-induced Charades. ( Or at least it seemed like it. )
As I speak, Guillermo is asleep on my top bunk.
What I got for meh birthday:
Elissa: Thrice T-Shirt [73H 0WNZ0R!!1!1], Candy, FBI detective kit, lotsa duct tape. [ For her future husband. >_> ]
Gizmo: His presence. [ And I am satisfied with that.]
Greg: Card, Black & White. [ Good video game. ]
Ashley: Her presence. [ Again, satisfaction. ]
Claire couldn't come. ;_; Nor PJ. [ Bleh. Stood me up. ] Or Chirs. [ Him too. I need to talk to him. ]
Today... Ali sent me the password to Ro's e-mail. It was "eternallove".
She...saved almost every, if not every, e-mail I ever sent her. None of Louis'. Maybe she did, but deleted his. I don't know.
I started to read yours Dani, but, just in case, I stopped my self from reading the entire thing, but I did, admittedly, read a good bit. [ Or bad, depending on how you look at it. ] So, I won't if you don't want me to. You can read mine if you want, and I don't expect or demand you to say the same at all.
It's strange, love. I was thinking about her, Ro, when I had the wreck, Goodcharlotte's "Hold On" was playing. It could have been a lot worse. I think someone was watching out for me.
And, about Good Charlotte, I don't care if you think they're posers, or fags, or whatever, they're damn good musicians, and are true to themselves.
Fuckit Ro. I really wish you had stayed.
I don't want to type anymore about that.
Anyway.
I think I've lost my sense of humor...
Well, Elissa, I'll try to be on time.
I was going to end with a quote, as I will do in all future posts, but I'm not feeling wise right now.
Actually... heres some goods stuff from David Basile.
My brother gave me some good advice today at Super 1.
First bit: "Ben, always check the dates on milk. This one doesn't expire for two months. This one; tomarrow. Now which one are you gonna choose?"
Enlightenment has flooded my milky ways. (nyuck nyuck nyuck)
Second bit: "Ben, always check a girl's left had for a rock. If she has a wedding ring, stay away. I was at a bar last night with my freind Shawn. There were two girls sittin' by themselves, so we go over and I go 'Hey ladies, mind if I buy you a drink?' [Heh, my brother is so suave.] One says yeah, she wants a redheaded slut. [ I laugh here, as I did not know this was a drink yet.]
David continues with...: Well, the waiter takes a helluva long time, so I go to the bartender to get the drink, thinking the waiter forgot. I come back with one, the shots cost five bucks each, and the girl already has one. So, I give her the second one, and invite them to our table, and she gives me a "Maybe I will." [ You know, in that (mis)leading way girls do. ] So me an Shawn go back to the table, wait for hours, and they NEVER come back. We walk out to leave, and I see a HUGE rock on her finger. Shawn tells me, 'Ya see David, you always gotta check. You gotta learn from this shit.'"
As David finishes this story, I give him a slap on the back and say, "Wow David, you wasted ten dollars on a redheaded slut."
Well, birthday started off SUCKTASTIC. My Stepdad refuses to talk to me, and I re-built the brick wall by myself. W007, N38 !5 73H 1337 M450N!!!11!!1 My Dad gave my all of these fancy tools and crap, and I did a crappy job with them. So I ditched 'em, used my hands, got down 'n dirty ( Oh baby. ) and did a lot better.
Things got better when we went to Shoguns. I saw an old friend, Phillip, and I filled out an application there. Sounds like a nice place, with snazzy black outfits, but I'll sooner take Hot Topic by far, and will try that ASAP.
Things got a lot better when I got home and Friends came over. Elissa, Gizmo, Ashley, and Greg. We just sat down and talked most of the time, laughing forever, and then played some drug-induced Charades. ( Or at least it seemed like it. )
As I speak, Guillermo is asleep on my top bunk.
What I got for meh birthday:
Elissa: Thrice T-Shirt [73H 0WNZ0R!!1!1], Candy, FBI detective kit, lotsa duct tape. [ For her future husband. >_> ]
Gizmo: His presence. [ And I am satisfied with that.]
Greg: Card, Black & White. [ Good video game. ]
Ashley: Her presence. [ Again, satisfaction. ]
Claire couldn't come. ;_; Nor PJ. [ Bleh. Stood me up. ] Or Chirs. [ Him too. I need to talk to him. ]
Today... Ali sent me the password to Ro's e-mail. It was "eternallove".
She...saved almost every, if not every, e-mail I ever sent her. None of Louis'. Maybe she did, but deleted his. I don't know.
I started to read yours Dani, but, just in case, I stopped my self from reading the entire thing, but I did, admittedly, read a good bit. [ Or bad, depending on how you look at it. ] So, I won't if you don't want me to. You can read mine if you want, and I don't expect or demand you to say the same at all.
It's strange, love. I was thinking about her, Ro, when I had the wreck, Goodcharlotte's "Hold On" was playing. It could have been a lot worse. I think someone was watching out for me.
And, about Good Charlotte, I don't care if you think they're posers, or fags, or whatever, they're damn good musicians, and are true to themselves.
Fuckit Ro. I really wish you had stayed.
I don't want to type anymore about that.
Anyway.
I think I've lost my sense of humor...
Well, Elissa, I'll try to be on time.
I was going to end with a quote, as I will do in all future posts, but I'm not feeling wise right now.
Actually... heres some goods stuff from David Basile.
My brother gave me some good advice today at Super 1.
First bit: "Ben, always check the dates on milk. This one doesn't expire for two months. This one; tomarrow. Now which one are you gonna choose?"
Enlightenment has flooded my milky ways. (nyuck nyuck nyuck)
Second bit: "Ben, always check a girl's left had for a rock. If she has a wedding ring, stay away. I was at a bar last night with my freind Shawn. There were two girls sittin' by themselves, so we go over and I go 'Hey ladies, mind if I buy you a drink?' [Heh, my brother is so suave.] One says yeah, she wants a redheaded slut. [ I laugh here, as I did not know this was a drink yet.]
David continues with...: Well, the waiter takes a helluva long time, so I go to the bartender to get the drink, thinking the waiter forgot. I come back with one, the shots cost five bucks each, and the girl already has one. So, I give her the second one, and invite them to our table, and she gives me a "Maybe I will." [ You know, in that (mis)leading way girls do. ] So me an Shawn go back to the table, wait for hours, and they NEVER come back. We walk out to leave, and I see a HUGE rock on her finger. Shawn tells me, 'Ya see David, you always gotta check. You gotta learn from this shit.'"
As David finishes this story, I give him a slap on the back and say, "Wow David, you wasted ten dollars on a redheaded slut."