And he did open the seventh seal...

This blog is for Lindsay because she's sad over a wang doing wang stuff. I wrote it while really drunk, and drunk stories always make me feel better. So feel better, now that Sam's my buddy again we need to get smashed, and a manically hyper Lindsay is better than a sad one.

I also wrote this from across the room. So fuck spellings.


You scurry home after a nice late meal, full and fat. You make the long distance quickly and with ease, possessing an almost unnatural and earily beautiful agility, hurling along with a stamina given to few. You're nearly home to your warm, dark little abode, when the ground begins to tremble and shake with an almost divine fury. You look up towards the painful light-sky and see massive shapesfar above yu. A thuderous sound comes from above, as a terrifying shadow falls over you. You move supernaturally fast across the landscape, seeking shelter. Left, right. Anything you hide behind, anything you cover yourself with is ripped away, as the world seems to fly apart around you. Suddenly, you sense something hurtling down towards you. You let out a silent chittering scream and try futily to escape as the Book of Revelations smashes through your head. Your body explodes with a satisfying pop as you are reduced to a twitchy pulp by the Big Red Bible O'Death I just dropped on your furry ass.

"AND YOU SHALL KNOW MY NAME I THE LORD, WHEN I CAST DOWN MY VENGEANCE OPON YOU!" I say, as I clean the nasty spider guts off my bible. I feel quite righteous and Godlike, and I know I'm totally going to blog about this.


So, see, it could, uh, always be worse? You could be a creepy fucking bug with eight legs and body hair? I don't know, killing spiders sure cheers me up!

Such pretty, pretty, pretty girls.

I haven't had a whole lot to write about lately I' nice and perfectly comfortable and don't want to leave my cave at all today.

I'll probably have to go buy pot off R, which means hanging around and meeting his bipartisan mentor guy who's staying with him. In R's own words: "He's a good guy like I'm a good guy". So yeah, I'd buy off Alex, but she's living there as far as I can tell. Oh well. Maybe I won't buy weed today

Well, I'm too lazy to write anymore right now too. Back to sleep, it's early-is.

We're so pretty, oh so pretty.. vaaayycant!

Here's some pretty things while I come up with some shit to write. It'll probably be boring and about dwarves. YOu'll see.






So yeah. Lame placeholder, now Lindsay must write shit.

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.

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.