hey all you cocksuckers, i have decided to rexanga. fuck he who decides to be a fag but still enter my chatterbox. my list of people

ben-my homie 2 da end

kristi-more important then ben, and better looking

mike shapiro-the #5 most annoying cockwad i have ever had contact with, i am thining about taking a hatchet to his jugular

yusef-juggalo/raver who can skank quite well, another one of my homies

yanin-iono, just seemed important

jake-sometimes homie just doesnt work

Nick F- punk hos, man hos, hos, crack hos, that last word is still hos

emma-you a crack ho

and everybody else, fuck you, this entire thing was a waste of space and i know it but dont give a shit. ill give some favorite shit right now

song:gang control-morning glory

album:mediocre generica-leftover crack

color: black and white

and fuck the rest. umm, yeah. it is like 2:00 pm now, and i got back from sleeping at fuwa's around 11. we had a great nigh cept for ken drawing inappropriate things on sidewalks. peace

hello readers, finally i will make a good entry. Last nite ben and i went over to cass's house in evanston. first we just messed around there for a bit then we took the train to downtown evanston. while waiting for this train, cass picked up a shitload of nails, big ones. ok so we get off the train at davis. first thing we do is go to burger king. all i get is a cookie, it was good, a milk, and an ornament. the milk was soooo fucked up tho. the expiration date was the day before, and there was some white sticky glob on the side of the thing,i asked for a new milk, and they only had overdue ones. yeah what the fuck. so we finished our meal and started walking again. cass decided we should go on the roof of the osco, so we were like, ok. he pushed a dumpster next to a fence so he could climb up, he couldnt get over, dumb fuck, so i was climbing over when a cop car pulled up and was like,"get down!" so we did. shortly before that, i have failed to mention this hilarity, cass put 2 of those big nails on either side of a car's tire at forty five degree angles. heh screwed motherfuckers. we went into borders where we listened to some music and looked for the anarchist cookbook. it wasnt there. out side of it there ws this crazy ass motherfucker.he was like 60 and had on a business suit, slip on mocassin things, and a purple head band. under the suit where you usually see a tie. there was a purple sweater. as we walked bye he said, "harry, where is my telephone," in this crazy high pitched voice, wow, what the fuck. while we walked past the theater some fucking black gangsta's were like, what are you guys, the beatles, eh fuck them.aright cass had to go at like 9, so he departed, and has all my cds, and ben and i walked over to barnes and nobles where i yelled at some hobos, then felt bad and gave my 99 cent ornament away to one. while walking we saw the car with the nails, and the people that owned it were kickin them out, o shit that was great.