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I've have put aside writing a new blog for too damn long. Three days? How absurd of me. Damn me for having a life and going places I've never been too, what ever will I do to make up for it? Well I'll do absolutely nothing! You can all go fuck your respective selves and think of all of the time you've wasted reading this little rant of mine! How exciting!

But please...save that for after the reading of this delightful blog.

I've had a busy week. I went to Kentucky and Missouri on Monday, came back to Indy on Tuesday, in which I went directly to work. Then, after work, Wesley and I drove around for a few hours and listened to My Bloody Valentine. We then ended up in a place called Acton, Indiana. And lemme tell you something, Acton is a very scary place to be at one thirty in the morning. So we drove back, and THAT'S when he grabbed some My Bloody Valentine. I love these guys. Especially this one song...it makes me drift. And I like drifting. Not while I'm driving though, because I was all over the road.

Then TODAY I spent most of my time cleaning my truck. I took it to Mike's Car Wash, where I had to go through the cycle TWICE because the fuckers didn't tell me to put it in neutral, not fucking park. I came out of the dryer area with my truck covered in soap. Fuck you Mike. Then my mother got home from driving around her super cool boyfriend(....................). After she got ready and I had taken a shower, we headed over to BW3's. I then consumed twenty-four teriyaki wings and a bunch of cheese covered potato wedges.

Here comes the best party of all...

After we left b-dubs, we went over to the Showplace 16 theater to watch...Eclipse. Miss.Davis...what is God's name have you done to me? Why? WHY ME?!

Fuck.

So I really hate that I told the waitress that I knew what perfume she was wearing...and I really hate how when I told her...I was correct.

I was Very Sexy by Victoria's Secret. I used to have a friend that wore it all the time, and we always used to hang out. That waitress wouldn't even give me any re-fills after that. What a betch...I should have tried to guess what kind of bra she was wearing as well.

Red and white perhaps? 34B? Recently ripped off by some drunken lout at his trailer home after a hookup at a bar on the east side? And maybe you woke up about fifteen minutes before you were supposed to be a work because that same guy probably gave you roofies and and you had to dress in your car in the parking lot? And you most likely doused your self in that perfume so people wouldn't be offended by the smell of cheap vodka, the man's gas station cologne, unwashed bed sheets, and regret? Am I right?

Of course I'm right, you whore. Now get me some wings.

They're are approximately 83 Crown Royal bags hanging in my room.