kev1n

fought with the lady.
not my fault. everything's ok now. i'm watching court tv try to explain Internet Protocol in laymans terms. holy crap is it funny.

as a side note, what sissy ass fbi agent knocks when you have a search warrant. "hello? fbi. search warrant. anyone home?"
fuck that. if i were an fbi agent, i'd shout "FBI!" as my foot hit the fucking door. no remorse, no repent bitches.
maybe that's why i don't get to be an fbi agent.
i was going to apply to mortuary school, but that weirded out m'lady.
i'll wait until we're more settled in before i try that, i suppose. i think i'd like being a funeral director.

anyway.

my friends are having a birthday party for me. like 16 people are going to be there. newsflash - i don't HAVE 16 friends. i have like 4. maybe 5. it's just my friends friends who kind of know me, coming for free booze.
as a side note, i get to be the designated driver at my own 21st birthday party.

how odd?

bleh.
i hate birthdays.
i hate a lot of things.
i hate, therefore i am. i am, therefore i hate.

poke.
-k