I have no idea what this van is used for or how I can get in touch with them.

Whatever Happened To Sleep?

I envy the hell out of this guy.
(I mean come on, obviously I dont. I mean I love having two hands... and say a chair. or a bed.)

(the rest of this post has been censored until i come up with a funnier way to be racist because a friend made me feel shitty about phoning it in for half a second.)

(Guilting me will work only this once, because I got some great new last night and I'm going fucking nuts for life right now and felt like being pleasant.)

Dont Let Them Broken Legs Get You Down

Damn hell, I hope it rains all sunday out of spite for the people that I love.

So You Wanna Hear Some Bullshit?

I have spent the last week talking WORLDS of shit about kicking some serious ass at kickball sunday night, and now I realize that I'm actually going to florida sunday morning.

shhhhhhhhhhit.

be back in a few days, thursday I think. and then my fucking life can get back to normal.

but man, I am PISSED. Saturday night I'm gonna drink myself to fucking death.

BE THERE, it'll be fun.

I'm also missing fantastic stolen food from some of the finest(take that both ways, if you please) cooks in Brookie. as well as quality time with one of the chefs, whom i just cant seem to see enough of. Maybe I'll crash her studio for one of those lil' sleep over thingies they do.

damn hell fuck shit.