You know, I am putting my thoughts on here just for the fun of it, If some assholes want to be gay and bitch about what I say, then at least have the balls to put your name down, if you have a problem with what I write, you don't have to read it, now I'm sure you have a date with my mom somewhere, go have fun...
To you bitching at my poor writing - You write at 3 AM you jackass.
To you bitching at me being sarcastic - You need to realize that I am in fact, being sarcastic, not serious. (que poor writing)
To you bitching at me because it was the middle of the night and I was sober and horny - you've been there too, admit it.
To you being sarcastic - I like your style...
To you who dissed Yakov - He is a cool Russian when he isn't on stage, and may I add, you never met him.
To the person who made the second comment which I accidentally deleted - WTF were you talking about there at the end?!
Before I continue with the rest of the blog, I would like to point out that I am an incredibly sarcastic person when I do write these in the wee hours of the morning, even though it is hard to convey it through writing.
Today: Woke up at about 11:45, got my hair cut, its to short and it sucks...I miss my old hair. After that I went to the Festival of the Four States, got myself some bitchen BBQ and listened to my parents Zimbabwean music band, Kufara, play. Considering it was the hundredth time I had seen it, and the fact I have been to Zimfest three years running so I know what a real marimba band sounds like, it was pretty good. I jacked around at the festival for a few hours, then went home and got ready for work, at work I stood around for 4 hours and made 35 bucks. After work I quickly drove to the Russian party, but got lost since I wasn't given good directions, after searching for half an hour I finally got there, it was pretty cool, you cant really go wrong with 25 drunk Russians. I met up with my old friend Susha there, (who is now 21), and we reminisced about old times when I was 6 and she was 11 and we hung out together in Russia. After talking to her for an hour or so, I snuck my way to the cooler and made off with a bottle of vodka and some other stuff, most of which I'm saving for a good time...after that some friends and I watched Finding Nemo and just hung out...
Latest news: Summer weights program starts monday, at 8 AM......SHIT!
Susha invited me to visit her at Berkley this summer to party and smoke weed, do I dare accept?
I found the zebra moth lying dead on the floor of my room, I buried it in my moms Aloe Vera plants, which I subsequently used on my sunburns.
Many people in this world are dickheads
George W. Bush is a fucking dickhead
My buddies Maher and Marsh sent porn to people from my email address, I need to remember to log off messenger when I'm not home.
Everyone needs to play the Bush game http://www.bushgame.com
until next time peace and prosperity
3 comments:
Fuck all those cheeky anonymous shites, you're journal is damn entertaining. I guess their lives must be pretty damn fulfilling for them to be able to call yours prosaic. It might not be the most complex, but still it sounds far from dull. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go masturbate. My parents aren't in a cool band, and I don't get invited to Berkley to smoke with some Russian chick. But I do have a fat sack in my pocket. Not really, but wouldn't that be great!?!?!
Have fun man, just dont spunk on the keyboard, I imagine it would be hard to clean up
I'm almost positive that Maher and Marsh didn't send porn to anyone on your computer. I was with them the whole time and it was mostly just me telling stupid shit to people on your MSN list. So yeah....No porn, just chicken.
-Jenn
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