i got so high last night when i came home from LA. i know it was pointless since i was to go to bed in less than an hour. but going to bed mad is never good. the dreams would be horrifing. going to bed super stony is always so much better. but waking up is crap. and so is matt frey. matt frey is crap. so is megan douglas. megan douglas is also crap. hating your bestfriend is crap. liking girls with effed up cabesas is really stinky after-taco bell-crap. last night was a trip to the sanitary tank house of horrors without a special breathing aparatus. a lung full pf crap. it was funny. women about to break in to the big four-oh love young men jst fresh into manhood. they were slimy and sloshy and slurred. but loving the attention. but when someone pas for your CD to come out you kinda have to recriprocate to some extent. and it was funny to watch how far they would go to keep their 'suger-mother' happy. maribeth, will you be my suga momma? and send me a cannon with two cannon balls and a pack of long matches? i need to blow my 'best' friend's head off. Current Mood: ive got to poop
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