um hi life i am wasted.

but that’s ok, it’s ok.

everyone was on e at the second no third party yesterday. kelly wanted me to do one. fuck i would have but i’m really not a fan of my shoulders clenching up so tight they touch my ears and my spine gets all pointy curved. i’m like that all the time without designer pills. well wait what? nevermind. i was fucking brutal with my dad too talking to him like all condescending and facetious only shawn noticed though. hey man all ya need to reach is one person, you know? so i called natalie by the wrong name and she was pretty insulted, sorry nat. i slapped jamie-jonathan-taylor-thomas pretty fucking hard and he liked it but everytime after that connecting properly wasn’t happening. i was like ill slap you really hard i know exactly where to hit you and you will feel good and hes bring it on and then i fucking hit him, hard. i got pictures of his dogs doing eachother and they’re both boy dogs. gay dogs are the best.

katie drove around, high-heeled in the hummer.

my head is curling over into my laptop.

it was that ashley girl what looks like a barbie’s birthday.

drinking vodka sloop with this berry sprite.

sorry wally suede jacket.

kelly’s pants were awesome. whut up.

i ate all their purple onions and feta.

i walked diagonally and fell into people. that keeps happening. one of these day’s someone is going to just shove me down the stairs or out the glass window where you smoke in a mosh pit at the bar schrader is banned from.

hmm lets see how many people are banned like all over town.

i want to be banned.

nevermind.