last night. goddamn, what a blur.

hammered, i'm hella ugly and i talk like a wigger. it's fun.

my boys and i, we went through some shit together last night.

brotherhood isn't the right word, and "superfriends" just sounds too gay.

with all of the fucked up shit from last night, it seem like we've inched a bit towards the truth. a "bit" is an understatement. we have seen and actualized the truth, for all that it matters. it's pretty goddamn gruesome.

we've got to define a pact of some sort, so that we may truly establish ourselves as true charolastras.

astral cowboys.

last night's experiences gave me the definite decision to not fuck away my whole summer doing that tribes shit. j. paul called today, and i basically told him to fuck off in my monotonous, distinterested, care-free voice.

word of binding.

yeah, i could tell he was pretty pissed off, even though he didn't say very much. i imagine him smashing his desk after he got off the phone with me.

oh yeah, when the seniors graduated a couple days ago, i felt something. you could say i was moved.

i like seeing all of my friends in black and white attire. i'm oddly attracted to groups of women in black. maybe i should hit up a funeral or something.

worked up so sexual.

just kidding.

i have a corndog in the toaster oven.

b.

r.

b.

okay, i'm back.

n-e-wayz, we only have one week left of school. everyone is really excited, i bet. if some crazy wizard was to find a way to bottle up all of the anticipation for summer from children all across the globe, that would be some fucked-up ju-ju brew, yo. hella strong. that shit would hit HARD.

jew-jew.

fucking shit sometimes i can't wait to grow up, and other times i wish my mommy would spoon-feed me oreos.

my hair is getting unruly. i need a delilah to cut this shit off.