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July 03, 2004

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how many of yall got beat by your parents from those damned weekly folders?

sad sad memories.

instead of working! i'm getting better at wc3. help me.

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July 01, 2004

back to life, back to reality 

hrmpf. bye to f-1 computer services. hello to pappadeaux-willobrook.

do you think if race car drivers got into a car accident they get a lot of shit from their race driver friends?

when i bought a 37 cent stamp with my credit card at the post office, did they lose money? and if everybody bought stamps in this manner would it ruin the post office, and eventually lead to the toppling of the united states government?

these things bother me at night. :o(

tommy's car is fast. just to inform you. we pwnt some cars in it, effortlessly. vroom; rawrrrrrr!

sat around with billy, tarts, tommy, gilly, and some other kids who are always around, yet i dont really know their names, last nite. nice to watch gilly talk about how nobody can say anything because he's a miracle, and nothing beats that. so true. harmernik is an idiot, he got himself drunk in 15 minutes :o(. oh, tarts were in bed by 11 like always :D

july 4th, lemme know if you wanna come to my house, just be nice to drunk asians =)

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June 29, 2004

silly people 

"Great Pizza can not be made in a conveyor oven! Ask any great Italian Chef."
-so reads the advertisement I got today at work delivered by an underpaid mexican worker

just tell me where I am supposed to find an Italian Chef, and he has to be great too. shit. there has to be TONS of them lieing around because I can ask any of them.

dear sicily pizza and pasta... you should have asked all of those great italian chefs to fix your subject/verb agreement in the next paragraph describing your fresh ingredients. and your diction sucks.

not that i really care, i'm in a weird mood.

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June 27, 2004

hello 

round 2 of the haircut today. took quite sometime, not so much pain today. at least thats done.

apparently i'm an asshole just like everybody else...

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