Douse Myself in Gasoline

The morning is getting progressively worse. First I wake up at 8:33, even though this is my only day to sleep in all week. Then I set off the alarm when I open the library window to get rid of the cigarrette smell. Then I spend ten minutes writing a bloge entry, and it doesn't post. What the fuck?

Okay, and now we'll move on to how the night was, even though I already wrote about it.

Well, as Elizabeth said, it did get better after that last post. This is becasue Dan took it upon himself to invite himself over to my house along with various other friends, including Megan and Rory. Or it was just them, and I am exagerating. Hyperbole, okay? Anyway, they came over, and we called Elizabeth over, too, and we watched Blue Collar Comedy Tour.

Until five minutes later when Heather called Elizabeth to inform her that she was in a ditch with Matt and Shamis, and they wanted us to come get them. Only ,by the time we got out there, there was a cop there, so we just kind of drove by and checked to make sure they were okay and talked to them. I hope they're okay now. Hm.

Anyway, we came back, and finished watching the tour, and then Elizabeth had to take Megan home. She came back though, and Dan and Rory and she and I watched Matrix Reloaded and made fun of it. It rocked. Why did they make those sequals? Then they left and I watched to the end, and then tried to go online, only my gay-ass father had to be online instead. Mrr.

Then I went to bed, then I woke up, and that's how I ended up here. WAY too early in the morning.

Could someone inform me as to why it's impossible to come to my house without trashing the basement?

yo ho
yo ho
a (I-have-to-clean-all-day) pirate's life for
~me