Halfa

lucky ****.

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i got another friend of mine a job at the restaurant, now the class stoners for my grade all work at the same place.( all of the guys anyways)

its pretty funny, for us anyways.

also a 55 year old crack head in town pepper sprayed a 14 year girl. i really haven't been able to stop laughing sense. only because she brought in on herself, she apparently had been chasing him around main st. seriously who chases around a crackhead.

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LesPaul43

A bitch who wants a face full of pepper spray.

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655321

seriously every time i see a reference to that or even hear one i start laughing.

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lucifer_sam

I finally stripped everything off my iPod and replaced it with all new stuff.. I was getting sick of updating it every few days - this should keep me going for a few months.

My mom has been going frantic about me moving out of the house (permanently) and she's gathering all this sh*t she wants me to take but I have half a mind to throw it in the nearest dumpster as soon as I'm outta her sight. I'm just concerned about stuff I'm gonna need for the apartment: guitar, amp, lotsa weed, um, yeah...

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Haha moms are priceless with the stupid **** they give you. I am lucky I am have not seen my mom for months and now she is super pissed because I am heading of to Austrilia till xmas with out coming home frist. She always mails me socks like tons of socks and not just the cheap socks, my suitcase is about 89 percent socks.

lucifer_sam

That's an unhealthy number of socks. How many feet do you have?

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lol two and the thing is I hate were shoes or socks, barefeet for me all the time.

Halfa

i just played a 3 hour jazz concert on horn playing trumpet parts. it was epically brutal. all the soloists were totally amazing. like the drummer. on sing sing sing he started hitting the strings on the bassist's standup electric bass. stuff like that. it was epic.

by the time we hit the encore the entire trumpet section was blowing air. yet we STILL sounded good. ahhahahaa. on the last song we played Joy of Cooking, and i play the lead alto part on horn, and on certain parts when the band was really loud, i'd try to play a high G (written A for altos), hit a C below it, and drop off cuz i was so burnt. hahahaha it was great. havent had that much fun in ages.

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I am wearing my granfather's slippers. My mother's knee-high Catholic-school-girl socks. My grandmother's clamdiggers. My grandfather's black, oversized wifebeater & his huge black sweater. And my uncle's Carhartt hat. And his sunglasses. The only thing I have on that's mine is my bra. I will tell you how and why this happen as if you'd all actually care, because someone must hear about the debaucherous two days I've had. We did not sleep. We drank. And drank. And drank. And drank.... I went over to my pal Abby's flat sometime yesterday... and we were both kinda depressed. And we're alcoholics to begin with. So we decide, we are not going to sleep tonight, we are going to get totally bombed out of our minds on vodka, coors lite, & burgendy. WISE CHOICE. So midnight comes (I don't know why we waited til midnight, that was pretty ***), and we broke out the vodka. That was over very quickly. Then we brake out the coors. I have 5 back to back. Through a goddamn straw. It's now about 1:30, 2AMish... So we go upstairs. And we decide we're not drunk enough. Despite that fact that I don't handle alcohol very well and had to crawl up the stairs wearing nothing but this wife-beater. And the girl's ***. So. Bad choice... but so. We got upstairs... and I went back down, in my bra and panties with her sleeping grandmother in the computer room, for the gallon of burgendy. Took that up with me. Finished half of that. It's now about 5AM. And this chick, doesn't have a toilet in her upstairs flat, there's only one downstairs. But there's a comode, or rather, a piss bucket. And I threw up burgendy in that. So we had to go dump it in the neighbor's yard, y'know, good drunk fun. Apparently, I puked all the way down the stairs (and don't remember it), and trashed the downstairs bathroom as well. Any person would tell you it looks like a murder had taken place. So. I can't talk. It's basically a miracle I can walk or talk. So we get back upstairs. And I'm laying on the bed next to her, half naked, and I'm almost passed out. This chick gives me like an hour back massage. I regret liking it, she's not attractive at all & she's one of my best friends in the world and I don't wanna hurt her, y'know?... But so. Then I puke again, I don't know where, but I remember I did. And I decide, maybe I should eat something (I think it was maybe the first thing I ate all day)... so I dragged her unwillingly downstairs, to make me peanut butter and jelly. I can't eat it. Then she passes out in the chair at like 6AM, so I go out on the front porch for a cigarette. I was doin' that thing where you rock yourself back n forth, it was raining, and by this time I was in nothing but the wifebeater. Go back in. Slap her to wake her up, tell her I'm jettin' before her Gram wakes up. She didn't understand what I was saying. So I made the drunken mistake of writing her an apparently legible note. So I called my uncle's girlfriend, who lives down the street upstairs from MY grandparents, to come meet me at Stewarts in 10. So I'm walking down in one'ah the scummiest parts'ah Rentler, my bra hangin' outta my shirt that's not even mine, wearing some weird-ass pants & stilettos heels from the night before. Oh, and I'm carrying a plastic bag with all our beer bottles in it. CLASSY. You can see I'm completely inebriated. It's actually a miracle I didn't get hit by a car. I get out to Stewarts, have a cigarette, ignore the bums that hang out there every morning (I'm in no condition to put up with anyone's bull**** at this point)... and I see Kerri (uncle's girlfriend) running down the street in my uncle's shirt and boxers. So we go into Stewart's like this and she buys me a coffee... then we walked back down, and I told her the night's events. Also, we watched a ****load of porn somewhere in there... anyhow. We get to her house/my grandparents flat... and we have to go in because my gram is staring at us through the window. I think I'm screwed. Walk in, put on the happiest drunken face I can, make up some bull**** story and kinda just wait it out. SHE TOLD ME I SMELLED GOOD FOR CHRISTS SAKES. Jesus... so Kerri chilled with me down there for a while, keeping me quiet and **** (I was still trashed). And it's freezing ****ing cold... so I take gramp's sweater, and all that, that's how I acquired the clothes I am still currently wearing. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!... Called Abby at about 9AM to see when she was coming to meet me, cuz she had all my **** still at her flat... her ****ing grandma answers. "YOU ARE NOT EVER ALLOWED HERE AGAIN. I AM DROPPING YOUR STUFF OFF. I WILL KEEP CALLING UNTIL YOUR GRANDMOTHER ANSWERS AND I AM TELLING HER EVERYTHING. I DID NOT GIVE YOU ALCOHOL!"... Then I hung up. I'm thinking. ****. I'm ****ed. Hours go by and this broad don't show up. I'm beginning withdrawl symptoms and can't hold a ****ing glass of water. I'm hearing voices & random songs outta ****in' nowhere. I think I might die. That's how bad this was. Complete ****ing debauchery. Keep in mind, I'd been up more than 24 hours at this point. So Kerri's tryna calm me down and whatnot and I'm freaking... so finally I just cracked and waited for my mom to get there (a fellow alky), told her all. We had a nice little talk, actually, ironically. So we got all my family mad at the old broad. Somehow. I still don't know how it happen. I kicked myself out. I dunno. Anyhow. Then my Gramps & Ma took me home, where I currently am now, nursing a **** of a hangover & awful ****ing DTs, freezing cold in 80 degree weather, shaking like ****ing mad. They picked up my stuff for me too. I somehow got a watch outta the deal. I've come to the conclusion that I am an alcoholic. But we had fun.

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