Rottweiler Hair

I bought a bunch of shirts and some gay-ish pants today. Also I found a short fantasy story I wrote. I think I'll go back to that one. Really trying to come up with some "ideas" for a low down dirty and useless zine. What I don't like is when guys play their guitars in order to impress a lady into having sex with them. That's trashy. Don't do that. Have dignity.

No really, do you think it is rad to not have a tan?

I'm going to do some "blogging" stuff. Nate moved in to a new house, he is now my neighbor. My mom has been making jam. I bought the pectin! (whatever that is, I think it is something that you need to make jam and or jelly {difference?}) Also, my brakes broke and I slid through a red light. That was terrifying, but a soothsayer predicted the day I would die once when I was young by looking at my palm or something and that was not the day I was to die. Still, incredible inconvenience. I have four flasks, that is at least 2.5 too many. I just read an email I wrote someone when I was telling them I didn't want to be friends anymore. That shit was cold. What a motherfucker. God willing, we all learned something though. Am I right? Am I right?

Good God, I hate myself. :-)