Apr 03, 2004 15:46
Yeah, so Thursday night I came home after work and got hammered. Out of no where, Greg who robbed me calls. I'm like "why are you calling me, guy?" and he says to me "I want to talk to you." So I walk up there. Derrick and Shawn were there if that tells you anything. I kicked it for a while, drank a forty. Shawn gets in my face with this "You ruined my life" bullshit. So, I say go ahead, hit me. Nothing happened, bullshit as usual, FUCK ME IN THE ASS. So then I came in my house at three in the morning, fucking wasted. My mother was none too pleased. She got over it though.
I was mad hung over.
I went to school, and it sucked.
Come back from New York. :(
I shot a rabbit once, I felt horrible.
So I work in an hour, Donna's manager. I just watched her leave for work. Tonight will be a long night.
I recieved a free bag night. What kind of bag, you ask? The good kind, silly.
Who DID frame Roger Rabbit?
Paul