July 25th, 2002 - "tits"

So here is the deal. If I honk once, it means there is a cop lurking. If I honk twice, it means there TITS. If I honk three times it means PULSATING MEMBER. And, alas, if I honk four times it means a good ol' HEARTY VAGINA. beep-beep-beep-beep. Why? I don't know. well last nite i hung out with tweth and i got a fat bag and smoked somewhere in martsons mills, i think...uh anyway...with tweth, jeni, alymer, adam, lisa, and laura...nikki, pat, and ma dukes were there too...we were on our way to the fair. uh yah and we got there, we were stoned, we rode some rides, i almost died on a little zipper with the tweth, realized i was a little to fat for fair life and that perhaps i should be running the ride instead of riding the ride..but whatev. Anyway, in our travels we came across a little set of drug dogs with muzzles. no good. i ran from them all nite and finally gave up and left. got home at 12:30am and had to work early this morning, which sucked. when i got out of work, i planned to sleep, but for some reason felt rejuvenated and couldnt sleep. so i ate. hm. anyway. and here i am. talking to the fuckin russ. russ is the man. i think he may be the most awesome man ever. pretty much anyway. with the exception of uncle dave...well then russ is the coolest straight guy in the world. erin has some cool friends. ok molly, i dont think you hate me, but i wasnt really sure why you would like me either. your awesome tho, andi love you. zoe, sometimes you drive me crazy like the movie...but i got nothing but love underneath. erin- you know, you just know. yo i gutta stop this typing shit before i...uh..shit. peace.