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Oh boy.
I wrote this thing.
Then realized it was stupid.
Now I feel stupid.
I see * all the time.
It blows.
Now I masterbate to * and its even more the suck.
However, the career in the porn industry is marvelous.
I am the second highest seller of porno.
How about that.
Mom and dad should be proud.
Now that the reign of power has to be dealt to someone else.
I restarted my job at good old Subway.
Only 2 days a week.
2 miserable days a week.
I got the shifts I wanted.
The hours I wanted.
The raise I wanted.
The free food.
But it still somehow kind of feels like... the sucks.
My co-workers are happy to see me back.
Thats a plus.
I'm glad they missed me.
Tons of friends are coming from NB for the Pop Explosion.
The Switzer are now on the bill.
This makes HPX much more exciting.
I'm pumped to have houseguests.
My room is clean now.
My laundry is done weekly.
I eat somewhat healthy.
I'm healthy, and never sick.
Anika was here.
That was damn enjoyable.
What a little muffin.
I have crushes on 54584 boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Only * I think about.
I had one of my best weekends on Thanksgiving.
So many random crazy encounters.
Crazy old man giving out free pot.
Telling me about the abusive uncles.
Crazy young girls sitting at our table.
Talking about her parents not being cool with the lesbos.
Magical crack pot that fucked me up for days.
Hanging out with Dorian for the first time.
Hang off of cages with metal sluts.
Eating chicken McNuggets.
Digging in the mind of a close friend that has so many mysteries.
Won Scribbler some speakers at Rock Dollars.
Hid in the corner until Time.
I HAD THE BEST TIME.
cred if anyone knows where my title if from.