joeybinge

It's 1:05AM right now and the pain from my wisdom teeth operation has not gone away... in fact its a raging tornado of foul taste and nerve damage. Needless to say, I can't sleep.

I keep thinking about stories I want to write and tatoos I want to draw or get. Every once In a while I get like this, where I have so much going through my head that I can't even nod off.

Me, Dave, and Alan got that place we wanted... not I just have to wait 3 motnsh before Uncle Sam lets me move out of the dorms. But its shiggity shwa and all that... 4 bed, 2.5 bath... big back yard, fridge, wash and dry... honestly its way too nice for me. But I'm gonna be living there for another year so I'd better get used to it right? I don't think I'll have a problem with that, now that I have my new awesomely big and swank kitchen woo... I can cook again. I love to cook.

I envy the SG's so bad... I mean, you hear all of these stories about them moving out to bigger and better things all because of modeling... I mean I really wish I could get hooked up like that. I'm sure its not all biscuits and gravy but its still a damn sweet deal.

I'm gonna go draw a picture or something.

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-Stew