Hey dA page, i've decided to give two shits about you~ arn't you a happy gopher now!?
better freakin' be.

the weather channel likes to fuck with my emotions. i love thunderstorms and it was like: BEEP BEEP BEEP A MOTHERFUCKING BIGG'N IS COMIN' YO' WAY and i'm like: O3O WEAWWY? and it's like: lol, no. we lied, canceling that warning nao~~~ 8D and i'm like AKSLKAJSKL FIHSK |:<.

moral of the story: it's still fucking hot where i live, the middle of nowhere on an island no one knows about. i made friends with a crab but then global warming (which is probably the weather channel in an Al Gore mask) killed it. and raped his family. i was going to name him Fernando. damn you Al Gore.

i slept in the wilderness 2 days ago, except i didn't sleep and it wasn't the wilderness, but i would like to pretend it was. me and my 3 friends and all our experimentation and finding eachothers special spots and talking to strangers and reading porn. i miss the love shack.

i just realized that the fan that i'm desperately trying to stop global warming with is blatantly pointing away from me, and not moving. im going to fix that bitch.

hokay, i'm back, that was sure an adventure.

and now i'm going, hope you don't get hit by a bus all 3 of my watchers.