Surgery tomorrow.
12:45pm.
Fuck.

So Heather and I challenged a middle schooler and a highschooler
to a pick up game of basically ball.
Heather and I, obviously out of shape.
Them adequately in shape.

Anyways, we kicked they're ass 12 to 8.
It was so fucking funny for some reason.

Fuckin' stoner ass little kids.

Alright, I had one of the worst pains in my right testicle last night ( Read more... )

I just found out today.
I'm pretty damn good at playing the Harmonica.

I'm here at the house that I'm sitting up in Federal Way.
This place is fucking amazing.
I could get use to this, suburbs aren't that bad.
Progressively the women become better looking (Too bad they're more than likely superficial).
Everywhere I see Porsche's, Jaguar's, and Bentley's.
I really could get use to this.

I just purchased my first motor vehicle.
I feel good.
Too bad I can't fucking drive it.
Parents are bitches.

That was really odd.
I just got off the phone with Sarah, to see if her and Logan were alright.
I hang up, I then hear screaming on the other side of the pond.
Huh.

I found out today that I could die.

$400 a month.
Plus an extra $40-50 for bills.
This is for one room mind you.
Fucking bullshit.
Oregon's minimum wage is $7.15.
Fuck this.
I can't take this, plus my testicles
either having, a thickening of the "tubing", a si st, or a hernia.

I swear I'm becoming more and more bi-polar ( Read more... )