ayla

'nuther day, 'nuther entry.
God...last night was a piss me off night. I downloaded this program and I can't for the life of me figure out how to get it to work. And I've got damn near two weeks to figure it out or else I'm gonna be left expecting the worse when I go see A.F.I in San Bernadino.
You're wondering right? delete_yourself knows the story, I've told him already.
In a nutshell, there are some highly jealous bitches that have been harrassing my friend Amber and I for the past month or so, because Amber is friends with A.F.I, and I hung out with two of the members on NYE. And they keep saying that they're gonna "do something" to us at the S.B. show. Now, I don't think they'll try anything because these are girls who scream "ACCEPT ME PLEASE! LIKE ME PLEASE!" and if they admit they're coming after a couple of screennames on the net - they will get laughed out of the venue. But still, I'm expecting something. They have their own little private board, complete with a "members only" section. And I wanna know what they're up to. Hence the trying to figure out the software I downloaded.
And to top that off, I was really feelin' the illness around 4 or so. I called it a night and went to bed. And didn't fall asleep till damn near 8. Woke up at 9. Fell back asleep around 9:15. Woke up at 10, ect.
REALLY bad case of the 3 o'clocks.
But here I am now, writing to you guys, and seeing all those comments really did make me feel better. That and the hot cocoa that I just drank. Does wonders for a sore throat.
...damn...I'm really craving chicken gumbo right now...I had that yesterday at school...
Damn Korean cooks at school. I bet they put MSG in that shit. But they're really nice, so that makes up for it.
So to wrap it up in the words of the great Lawrence Fishburne in his wonderful performance in that Direct TV commerical:
*insert surfer accent here*
"Thank you! G'night!"
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