Steven gets the kids drunk, part 26

Phillip
I've got a really small baseball bat that might work?

5:50pmAngelika
YES, small baseball bats for the win!!

5:51pmPhillip
Wicked. I'll trade you for...

Vodka?

5:52pmAngelika
or... my next pay, i could get money, and make you go get booze!!

5:52pmPhillip
Could do that. I ususally charge five bucks or just a couple shots.

5:53pmAngelika
Or you could just have some...? Lol

5:53pmPhillip
Shots it is!

5:54pmAngelika
LOL, i've never actually taken a shot b4.... of vodka anyways.

5:54pmPhillip
jaw drop

5:54pmAngelika
i know, i know....

5:54pmPhillip
When are yeh getting paid?

5:55pmAngelika
The 23rd, but i work the next day, so we may have to kidnap bri aswell, so i can crash with her,



I'm going to hell, but I'm gonna be good and smashed when I get there.




And seriously. Who the fuck is Katie Crust? I think I've even rated about this shit on here before. Get off my MSN, you undeletable psycho-stalking whore! Kidding, you're probably a wonderful person and all that shit, and don't ever bother me (hi is easy to ignore). But really. Fuck off anyway.


Welp, I'm still bloody bored. Scraping the pipes all day is not a fun task.

I'm supposed to chill with Stephanie D. tomorra. She's probably my favorite "casual friend" at the moment, since she's usually got something decent to say, can appreciate silence, and gets that hanging out with someone every day is really, really dull and annoying after a while. Actually, the whole casual friend concept is just plain good.

Well, I'm distracted looking through my emails. I've got quite a collection of pictures of fucked up girls I dated that I didn't know I had, and nostalgia is funny shit.

Today, I go to Grande Prarie to...

Do what, really? I like hanging out with Dad, but I don't his compulsion just to drive to the middle of nowhere and back alla time.

I wish I had my own radio station. You gotta admit, it would be kinda cool.

Another post!

Well, I'm nowfucking smashed. White wine, you decive me. Unlike your red cousin, I don't get sick after too many bottles of you. Unfortunately, I do get drunk off my ass without really realizing it. I mean, it's wine. It's not supposed to get you drunk.

Fuck, I really need something to believe in. Since I'm really hammed, we'll be very open in this post.

I've got no direction at all. I'm 20 years old, and by this point, all I can think is "Well, what next?". I mean, I've done absolutely nothing thus far in my life. I haven't changed much of anything for anyone, and I guess I just don't see a point beyond this. So, you get older, you finish school, you do.... what? Work at a shitty dead end job for the rest of your life?

I dunno. I'm clever enough to get what I want from life, I know this, and lots of stupid sheep tell me the same, but I just don't get what I'm supposed to be after. I mean yeah, there's post-secondary, there's growing old, there's all that shit. But is it all like this? Seriously?

It's days like this I sympathize with the suicides. I just don't get it, I guess. I don't get people at all, you can all be so shitty to eachother, you can go through your whole life without even thinking about it, etc. etc. etc. I'm too drunk to explain properly I guess. I just don't get it, and that's brutally depressing. Oh well. Lindsay's coming over soon to take me to the bank, and that'll hopefully take my mind off all this shite.


People keep on saying that I'm going somewhere, tried to buy a map to show me how to get there, now. But they said they'd run out.

Lit cigarette I couldn't smoke, wound the clock until it broke, went to bed, then took a shower, played the T.V. for an hour, did the dishes, made my bed, read a book I've never read...


Stimulants are officially still my least favorite drug. You run around and around and around and you're still fucking bored.

On the plus side, these things are supposed to clear your sinuses, and I gotta say, my nose feels fucking great. Insomuch as noses can.

...It's not like I'm recommending it though.