Friday, August 16, 2002

no really, i'm not kidding -- the rolling stones freaking rule. "take me down little suzy, wont you take me down? i know you think you're the queen of the underground. you can send me dead flowers every morning. send me dead flowers by the mail. send me dead flowers for my wedding, but i wont forget to put roses on your grave." brilliance. i've got cd's to buy this weekend i think.

some girl tried to have sex with me last night. she didnt try TOO very hard, but it was all too obvious that she was planning on taking my pants off ... i left. she was a skank. she was from like michigan or something. screw michigan. i am morally opposed to states shaped like mittens. note to self: never talk to girls on balconies overlooking parking lots who are hanging out with guys who look like they should be members of blackalicious. question for self to ponder: which is worse, hanging out with skank and who knows what, or hanging out with dick and ending up at some condemned building watching midget porn? next time just go home and sleep josh, seriously ... actually, the locked in a vacancy guys were cool. the porn they were watching, however, was not. each day is an adventure i tell ya.