July 2003

July 11, 2003

hmmm

god ian calling on his cell yelling at me cuz im too loud at 10am. hmm so many things wrong with that sentence
July 11, 2003

YOUR UNIFORM DOES NOT IMPRESS ME

there is some guy getting head in my living room his belt is off revolution action
July 10, 2003

does the show go on….

hmm today started around noon when i rolled over and saw annie next to me. Last night we all drank, ian and i split a soma and we all slept till around 3pm. another night at the crackcave. anyway, after annie left i ate a anti-depressant my new doctor said “might help”. i figure at this point anything will. I […]
July 10, 2003

ain’t nothing to dream about

you may have read a previous update about how im making my roommate go crazy through his dreams. after i told him about how jesus faked everything, etc, i went into my drug induced coma in my own room. i woke up the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed around noon. About 6 hours later ian woke up and […]
July 9, 2003

ain’t nothin to fuck wit

i love my roommate lolloloololol
July 8, 2003

quality time with my roommate

sometimes me and ian have qaulity time before we go to sleep. it doesn’t not include cluddling or anything, in reality it’s me standing in his door asking him weird questions to try to plant any weird dreams. i started talking about what it was like to be stuck in a WWII concentration camp death shower and how the surprise […]
July 8, 2003

ugh gotta mention this

haha this morning i smoked out the guys that were painting the outside of my duplex. their over at my neighber’s house right now, smoking pot and eating pizza. wtf
July 5, 2003

happy get drunk and drive day

ugh, fucking 4th of july again. i was walking out of the circle k at highland today and found a $20 bill laying on the ground. I look left, look right, making sure there isn’t a CKY cameraman waiting for some random person to tackle me, and pick it up. $20 never felt better. $20 will buy a 3rd of […]
July 4, 2003

And I’m hungry like a Hore

Hmm, first day of being unemployed. I cleaned my entire apartment because i felt bad about being a burden on society. Should i feel bad? I don’t know. I found 4 lighters and 2 packs of cigerettes under my couches. It’s amazing how many things you can find when you move furniture. God i need a job. It’s funny how […]