taylen

Hmmmm, does anyone actually read my shitty journal entries? I feel obligated to write something because it's here.

"So today i went to the lake and fantasized about royaly screwing this girl in my philosophy class. Then, I happened to stumble across a rusty set of craftsman pliers (in good working order!) This, I can tell you, does not happen very often; I indeed felt very fortunate. With pliers in hand, I proceeded to bash my skull into a finely placed rock. This was the highlight of my day."

That was kind of fun.