im friggin bored already. there is no pot here yet. angelo is going running and then coming over after. hope his lungs don’t explode cyanide from all the ruuuunnin’. csi is a pretty good show, no? england lost yesterday and everyone was mad and i was like go france now’s your chance. i’m listening to ave maria right now. i don’t know why audblog is fuckified. there’s about six audio posts out there somewhere, waiting, gone, who knows. velvet revolver, AS IF slash and scott weiland and others that’s awesome. i guess slash finally parted his hair to the side, looked around and realised fuck man, i should be in a better band. eat shit g&r.

i was a fucking horn dog yesterday. i always am when im hung over and shitfeeling. i am Thee Molestor.

jimmy was all if you’re gonna get drunk, get shitty. fucking right man. v-man saw his dad when we was driving and everyone went paranoid for a bit. i’m like lets audblog this but no one had a fone, or a license. winners. chemo fell hard into the grass, his shoulder. those guys are animals. gay-lee had a bloody nose. hardcore. his girlfriend sounds like sugarbaby and she started talking about juicy oranges until angelo’s dick grew out so far i hung my purse on it.

terry busted out the gentleman’s drink after the pub – england losing – homoerotic antics. as you can tell i have a jack daniel’s fetish, he says, hundred dollar bottle, silver-sashed, in-hand. we were all drinking from those tiny guinness cups and it actually looked like guinness, tar, or more tar.

i have a ganglion thing on my left hand, it goes away and it comes back and i just want to cut it off for good. with a razor blade like in the newest vice. or maybe i’ll smash the other hand so it grows one and i can be symmetrical.

symmetrical is the new black.