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we saw final destination 3 last nite. it was crap. but good crap.

we ate at boston pizza, i had the thai chicken salad. it was crap. boring crap.

i saw my grandma yesterday. she looked scared. it was hard seeing my dad put lotion on her lips, i pretty much broke down.

we went to karaoke on saturday and i sang beastie boys and sarah danced in her money dress and we acted as obnoxious as possible, i wanted to make it so i would be too embarassed to go back there for awhile. i give them too much money, the megatouch machine, the booze and that place is terribly average and suburban and i am too cool for it so cool that the other people there don’t even notice.

they called us sketchy and sarah was like MORE LIKE SEXY.

i made our friend martin a blog, still working on it though. here it is.

more evidence here

i think nudity is boring as hell, my tits especially. sometimes i wish i never showed them. but then i think wait what that’s bullshit.

i am always in a bad mood because i am continually disappointed.

i am writing a new book. it is fiction. it might be a bunch of short stories or it might be one long story. once i have two pages written i am like wow this is an entire story in two pages because i am very concise and i feel details are pointless people can make them up on their own. maybe i will turn it into a choose your own adventure and kill off every single character, maybe. i want people to come away from my story feeling absolutely miserable and desperate and then they will be inspired to write a book and when they sit down they will be overcome with grief or something like it.

i always felt like i was better and smarter than everybody else anyway.

i am a weirdo

i’ve decided to start applying myself.

get these and more styles here.

sarah came over for st.patrick’s day with some whiskey and she was wearing a dress and it was strange.