What is up, peeps! It is another Wednesday and of course I feel like total shit. I swear, over the last eight months or so I have gone from blinding rage to sniveling pussy boy. I have said since college that as much as I hate emo, the only thing keeping me from going that way is the bad fashion sense. If I am going to brood, I want to look FAB-YOU-LOUS doing it. You know, sometimes I like to take this knife and just cut myself and see how deep I can go before I just…pass out, man. Oh, don’t act so shocked. You knew I was fucking crazy.
So a lot of people have been reading my blog lately (On the Blogger side, anyway. People drop me from MySpace all the time…and you know who you fucking are) and shockingly enough, people have been asking me questions. Seeing as how my friends go (and pretty much in order)
1.
Griff (My dog for life. RIDE OR DIE, NUKKA! Like a Black Buddha, minus the halcyon days. Griff is an angry ass dude. And it has NOTHING to do with him being a Muslim, you racist bastards! It’s because he’s Black)
2a.
Zach (Would be number one…but he hits me)
2b.
Rick (I don’t see him often enough for him to be number one but a man that will let you sleep on his couch when you are about to yuke….that’s true friendship)
2c.
Nolan (Because of all four, we would make the best buddy cop movie. A Morman and a Black man fighting crime? Smell the ratings!)
3.
Nicole (Because at the end of the day….you are still a woman. And women are the fucking devil)
4.
Amberly (See above. More on this later)
5.
Ted (Because he has helped me hide many a hookers dead body over the last 8 years)
After that I have pretty much no one to talk to so I talk to myself, Christopher Williams style:
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