fucking portugal shut up you fat lards driving thru town over and over i hope your flag gets pulled into your tire axle, you fake italians. sorry gunnar not you.
and fuck you starbucks. it’s obvious that i never ever go there when i am trying to concoct my coffee into not tasting like the swamp water they use to brew it. 4 fistfulls of sugar and some half n half and it still tastes like trash. here dad want the rest? there ya go.
im excited about magic pony parrty tonite, it’s gonna be hip hype hop.
i’m bringing blythe too and my camera. there’s a back patio but the bands might be playing not on it it’s pretty overcast. party goes ’til a little later than midnite. who knoooows when i’ll be there. prolly by nine. and i’m bringing an umbrella and yes it will be open indoors because that my friends, is how it’s done.
i need to get out more.
