choonimal

so i guess i'm pretty tired of seeing that huge black "POST A BLOG" bar thing that is always hanging out in my face every time i check my account, so i am putting an end to this shit right now and even though the odds of someone actually reading this are slim to extra slim i'm going to write one anyways, especially because i am in a very pissed off mood that the fucking Cavs just lost by a fucking point to the fucking Wizards (suck a fuck DeShawn Stevenson, you wish you were as "overrated" as Lebron, maybe you haven't heard Jay-Z's latest rap song [ps that whole sentence rhymes on accident kind of]).

also on my mind is the fact that we (Choonimals Clothing Company) are leaving for The Bamboozle Festival (www.thebamboozle.com) in New Jersey this friday, and i'm pretty fucking terrified of it. It could make or brake us, and me personally backslash emotionally. it's a pretty big opportunity for us to get our stuff out there and beyond the realm of our friends and family, especially because we're still so new to this scene and haven't been able to push it like we should because of life's worst enemies (money and time) but i guess there is nothing i can do about it than say "we'll see".

oh, and my family/mom is still furious with me for doing this with all my friends:







last i heard from her were these exact words, in an email:
"THAT IS SO DISGUSTINGLY BIG. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF!!!!!!! YOU HAVE SO UPSET ME. IT IS TOO BIG! DO YOU THINK A WOMAN IS GOING TO WANT TO LOOK AT THAT FOREVER. I'M JUST SICK TO MY STOMACH BECAUSE IT'S PERMANENT. YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET IT."

...fuck, man.

what can you do though, right? i should have told her, "I BET A SUICIDE GIRL WOULD LOOK AT THAT FOREVER" but she doesn't know what that means and would think i like girls that like to jump off bridges and die.

ok i have to watch the rest of this celtics game it's getting close and i'm pretty much talking to myself, talking way way way to much to myself.

i'm out.