benni

low fat truth syrup... is there anything more arousing? maybe... unless...

what do you say when you're still awake and it's five thirty in the morning? i guess... you sit around trying to think of things to do... and it gets kind of tough... thinking, i mean. when it's this early... late... learly? earate? i guess i don't know...

seven minutes have passed since i finished that pseudo paragraph.

and two since that one.

wow. god i love that chicken! and that effin pirate. hehehe... somebody said 'effin'. i think it was me.

or was it? we may never know. i think this is the first kinda sleepy journal entry that i've had... let's give it up for me! and the fact that my brother says "why does my room have to smell like spooge and construction worker? why?! it's not right!" that little man is good shit. robot.

work was long tonight... it was so crowded i couldn't walk through the bar, and i started to panic a little bit because i'm something of a claustrophobe... but better busy than dead, right?

i'm going to treat you all to ice cream... because you're my favorites... everybody clamoring for my little iron. that's the kinda group i'm proud to call my friends...

extra special love for magenta and her adorable pictures... she made my day... and now everybody can see why i want her to be my prom date.

i'll be back for you all tomorrow! hopefully with ice cream.