this post is for air. since hes gots no innnnernet no mo.
po' bastard:
"umm. yeah, some dumbshit tried to pick a fight with me during trips party.... i just laughed.. i dont think he noticed the size of my man boobies.
boss! we looked at the house in wallingford, we named all the rooms: monkey room (travs), shelf room (mine) scary closet room, midget closet room, and welding room. this place would be boss for ficus parties (aka keg). im looking forward to living in seattle with guys who like to party, but can be mellow. it took 2 fucking hours to fill out the applications yesterday, i didnt know what to put down for my job since... well.. im illegal. shit.
now i get to live in my closet for another month with keith. i have to put up with walking through puddles in the kitchen to get to my coffee. thats not what i need to wake up with.. just the coffee will do.
another fucking month. i hope we get this place."
....thanx air =)