I haven't been here in years. But I've been writing in this journal since I was a Sophomore in high school. I think it's time I brought it back, cause honestly, no one reads it. So I'll say what I please
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Depression has once again kicked in and I am about as happy to be alive this summer as I am when a woman flashes me her boobies... which is not very happy
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Ugh. I think I have the flu. Having flu = no hot sex with Mr. Mohawk = trés sad.
On a lighter note Brian and I made up. We're both going through shit and it sucks, but I love him, and there's not much that ever has, or will, come between us. Having a friend you can really count on means a lot, more than any argument.
I met another cute mohawked boy this week. He's very tall and I'm very short. When we stand together though, we look really cute. So yay! I'm not the only fag in C-Ville with a hawk anymore! And I'm dating the other one!
So Brian and I took my mom out for her 40th birthday this weekend. Rather than tell you about it, let these photos show our progression from sober, to trashed.
Hi. I'm Wilford Brimley and I have Diabetes. It hurts me to pee and it causes me to be short with my family. I can't sleep at night. The other day I stubbed my toe and I took it out on the dog. And two weeks ago I ran out of vanilla ice cream and struck my wife. Then I find out my wife's been dead for six years. Who the hell did I hit?!