This morning I woke at 7:30am. Normally when I get up for school at this time I'm fairly tired. This morning I'm especially tired because at 11:45 last night Peter came by with two 40's of bud. Although I only drank half of it (I gave some to Nick) my stomach feels like it's being fucked by dozens of ravenous leprochauns. This is especially aggrivated now because I (and the leprochauns) am starving and have too little money to do anything about it.
I'd like to thank all of you who have turned "tuaob" into an open forum discussion in the last couple days. I appreciate your input and words of wisdom. Although regardless of what you say I will continue to look down on and belittle those who hold different opinions than me simply because it is the only way I can possibly feel good about myself.
Read will's blog today (see link, will's blog). I hope he gets a job writing porn. Writing porno movies must be the easiest job ever. One of these days I'm going to watching a porn and something will happen in the plot structure (?) that lets all of the balding aging lonely men, along with myself that it is a product of will. What will that be? I think the only thing more entertaining than a porn written by will is a porn written by nick. The title: gutterpuss strikes dead turists in a convent.
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