sex, love, shit
in the past few weeks i've read 2 books in school camp because lectures are so boring that i either spend my time sleeping or reading. i don't talk in lectures because i'm nice.
both books include a whole lot about sex and love and shit, which i find very interesting because that's what life is all about.
last night i spent $88 to watch as i lay dying and story of the year. i do not really listen to either bands (and in the case of as i lay dying, not at all), but i still went because i figured there would be nothing else more interesting on a saturday night.
and i was right, it was fun. how else would i be able to get bruises, torn socks and jeans and bloody lips all in one night? both bands were great and friendly and the crowd was crazy, so there wasn't more to ask for. just imagine how much more fun i would have had if i actually liked the bands beforehand.
oh, and my new maid is here. she came on thursday i think, but no one told me. i was wondering who the fuck was this woman when i came home on friday and saw her talking to my father.
anyway her ironing is shit and she messed up my uniform terribly, to the extend that i got pissed trying to fix her mistakes and washed the whole thing again to get rid of her lines. now i've got to go iron them again.
goodbye.
both books include a whole lot about sex and love and shit, which i find very interesting because that's what life is all about.
last night i spent $88 to watch as i lay dying and story of the year. i do not really listen to either bands (and in the case of as i lay dying, not at all), but i still went because i figured there would be nothing else more interesting on a saturday night.
and i was right, it was fun. how else would i be able to get bruises, torn socks and jeans and bloody lips all in one night? both bands were great and friendly and the crowd was crazy, so there wasn't more to ask for. just imagine how much more fun i would have had if i actually liked the bands beforehand.
oh, and my new maid is here. she came on thursday i think, but no one told me. i was wondering who the fuck was this woman when i came home on friday and saw her talking to my father.
anyway her ironing is shit and she messed up my uniform terribly, to the extend that i got pissed trying to fix her mistakes and washed the whole thing again to get rid of her lines. now i've got to go iron them again.
goodbye.
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