bradleyoliver

sleep is going to be needed...
but it is my birthday....
and i must go drink with my friends...

i was just over at joes with dude(dog) and i freaked out..
his neighbor dade smoked me out with one bowl of kind bud after another...
then danny was like "im getting itchy"
and i freaked out because i was feeling itchy last night...
and i have this strange suspision that i got chiggers from my dad and brother because of their hunting escapades and after they came home from the ranch they wanted to spend time with me, so they took me to progresso mexico to eat and buy cheap mexican shit, haggle haggle haggle....
fuck...
anyways..
i just got done taking a scolding shower rubbing the little welts with soap lightly...
i found information on the net on that wikepedia whatever bullshit...
came in handy..
i feel better...but now i have to wash my clothes hardcore(real intelligent, hardcore).....
this particular situation sucks...

but its my birth day...so hoorah....
im gonna get drunk and foget till tomarrow...

shit i need to email my political science professor...

pro pro pra-fessah!

heres to feeling like shit in painting class tomorrow
at least katie will smoke me out during school...
i have this strang realization that weed helps me with hang overs in the mornings made up in my head...


my dad just called to wish me happy birthday...he mentioned nothing of the chiggers...
i wonder if they might be spider bites........

fuck!

and

fuck!

birthday bugs....i got the birthdya bugs.........

maybe i am dying...