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"Your face smells like monkey shit!"

 Sometimes when i'm driving around in the truck I think that I won't stop and I'll smash into the back of someone's car but this time it will be from the helpless to stop angle rather than the "Hey let's look at the clock for a sec" angle I played last time. Mainly it is because the brake fluids leak out everytime I stop the truck and I have to put more in every couple of days.

 It pisses me off when I go to the store and they are out of fucking tea, because I have a sensory addiction to tea and fucking microwavible chimichangas and when I don't have some I feel as though a part of my being is slipping from me. Arizona Tea is love in a liquid form and red diamond is that bastard stepchild that you don't want to deal with but sometimes you have to just in order to get your fix. At work we drink Iranian tea because that's how we roll in Persia and I this afternoon I decided to add cinnamon to my hot tea and it made it taste sort of like a cinnamon roll. I'm not sure if I like it that way or not. 

my toenails are purple. No lie.
It feels like Laci Lemoine's car is in long term parking at SAS.

I/my parents/my grandmother bought a playstation 3 last week and it is pretty much ridiculous. Best $505.03 I've ever spent now if only I had more than one game to play on it. Oh well gotta make do with what you can afford I suppose. Tonight I realized that my sister has problems with people for instance: She thought that Stevie Nicks "was that guy who played the piano and was...uhh gay I think." I think it's rather sad honestly. I hereby apologize to all that I have either drunk dialed/texted in the past two weeks because I'd be kinda aggravated if some jackass kept leaving bizarre messages. I realize that it may seem like a lot but it only occur twice I think I just tend to branch out and not focus on just one person. Gotta spread the love and also because of this I've decided that next time I decide to take part I'm gonna turn my phone off. 

My hands are slowly being conditioned to withstand heat and burns seem to hurt a little less with each passing week.
My homeboy Calypso Rodriguez III wears not only my grad. robe but also a gas mask predominantly because I don't know what else to do with it rather than anything punk art-ish.

DEAR DEREK, I'M NOT SURE IF I WILL FINISH THE FOUNDATION BECAUSE I'M HAVING TROUBLE FOCUSING I'LL DO MY BEST THOUGH. 

I was driving home from work (thinking bout how people who are kinda fat especially in the neck area shouldn't grow a "pencil beard" because it makes your neck/face look 20X worse) when I passed three cop cars parked in the front of a house in my neighborhood. The three cops were outside of the house with a flashlight and appeared to be taking notes perhaps on the home rennovations the guy had done on his house, which are real nice I must say. Anyway it was kinda exciting end to a mexican food filled day...I was intially excited about being a cook because it meant I wouldn't leave work smelling like a wet taco but now I just smell like a regular taco.

I woke up with a stye in my eye Monday so I went to the bathroom and started putting on medicine when my sister walked in and gasped "OH MY GAHD! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?"
Holding the medicine in EYE CATCHING view "Dad punched me in the face"
"HOLY CRAP" runs into the kitchen "DAD DID YOU PUNCH CRAIG IN THE FACE"
Without looking up "Yep"
"WHY?!"
"I have my reasons"

I'm really excited that they're making THE ROAD into a movie because the book was beautiful and sad. It won't be able to capture the epic narrative but it'll still be really excited  and it has the baddest homothug in B-more appearing in it.

I really hate family guy with a fucking passion.

Work is in 7 hours or so... so good night I suppose..I probably won't go to sleep anytime soon.. but this is the end of the entry.

Mad love
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