1. Man. Lilith is . . . . fuck.
2. This drinking thing must stop.
3. My dad gets home from AFRICA tomorrow night. Springfield just wasn't doing it for him, I guess.
4. Must stop drinking.
5. Must get girlfriend.
6. Too many musts. Man, kind of a wierd word if you just keep repeating it.
7. I'm really having fun with this post. The ranting and raving ones are fun and all, but this is straight from that thing inside of my skull I call my brain.
8. I guess I'm a hot topic monster. Heh, kind of funny because I make fun of most of the people who shop there.
9. I made these potatoes with bacon, sausage, salsa, and a few onions. My brother, Forrest, doesn't really dig em', but I love them, more than I do most people, actually.
10. I'm going to go consume more potatoes.
EDIT
11. Totally forgot. As I was cruising up here, I saw a tag sale. So, I stopped off. I'm looking at this table, and I spy, with my little eye . . . . this box. Hah. Rather anti-climactic, but WAIT. Inside the box, I see a belt buckle. I cant remember which one it was in particular, But I dropped a knee, moved some stuff, and saw. There was probably roughly 80 belt buckles. I damned near broke my fucking neck. You don't have a clue, these things are so rad, so old, so TRUE. I will probably sell them for prostitutes.
12. Now it's REALLY time for potatoes.
2. This drinking thing must stop.
3. My dad gets home from AFRICA tomorrow night. Springfield just wasn't doing it for him, I guess.
4. Must stop drinking.
5. Must get girlfriend.
6. Too many musts. Man, kind of a wierd word if you just keep repeating it.
7. I'm really having fun with this post. The ranting and raving ones are fun and all, but this is straight from that thing inside of my skull I call my brain.
8. I guess I'm a hot topic monster. Heh, kind of funny because I make fun of most of the people who shop there.
9. I made these potatoes with bacon, sausage, salsa, and a few onions. My brother, Forrest, doesn't really dig em', but I love them, more than I do most people, actually.
10. I'm going to go consume more potatoes.
EDIT
11. Totally forgot. As I was cruising up here, I saw a tag sale. So, I stopped off. I'm looking at this table, and I spy, with my little eye . . . . this box. Hah. Rather anti-climactic, but WAIT. Inside the box, I see a belt buckle. I cant remember which one it was in particular, But I dropped a knee, moved some stuff, and saw. There was probably roughly 80 belt buckles. I damned near broke my fucking neck. You don't have a clue, these things are so rad, so old, so TRUE. I will probably sell them for prostitutes.
12. Now it's REALLY time for potatoes.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
itzjusme:
hot topic sucks ass...all the music shit they sell there i wouldn't wipe my ass with..."just a matter of opinion" 
...but it's aiight...anyways...thanks for caring.... 
you rock bunches... 
...but it's aiight...anyways...thanks for caring.... you rock bunches... 
unite105:
hey, lauren told me to come talk to you cause you're gonna be in the utah at some point in the near future (she couldn't remember when) so I thought I'd drop ya a line 