So anyway
Today sucks. I'm hungover, have been since about 11:30 last night when I ran out of money for drinks. But I was skanking. That's always fun. God I'm a loser. I still type on this shit . . .
That's alright, I've got a shit load of situps to do. Have to make up for the ones that I didn't get to do yesterday. But, I'm so sore . . . from the concert and all . . . oh well . . .
I just want to go home and work on my car.
That's alright, I've got a shit load of situps to do. Have to make up for the ones that I didn't get to do yesterday. But, I'm so sore . . . from the concert and all . . . oh well . . .
I just want to go home and work on my car.