| I'm here! |
[Feb. 24th, 2006|09:04 pm] |
So I've decided to update my livejournal. (HIIIII EVERYBODY!)
I quit video games a week and a half ago to search for what makes me happy in life.
...and thats probably all thats new with me, I think.
-Bradford |
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| So... I'm a bad person. |
[Sep. 12th, 2005|08:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Shpongle - My Head Feels Like A Frisbee | ] |
I'm going to start playing World of Warcraft again. Yes, the very same game that you have to pay $15 every month to play. Also, this game is just about the most nerdy thing you can possibly play. w00t.
I quit playing it because it was boring. Now, since I once again have no social life, I think I'll start playing it again. *sigh* life sucks.
No more news.
Err... everybody should listen to Shpongle - My Head Feels Like A Frisbee. Crazy awesome song. |
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| So... |
[Sep. 9th, 2005|06:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Muse - Sober | ] |
Its a friday night, my parents are gone, and... I have nothing going on. I rock.
*turns music up*
/bored
umm... I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. thats all. |
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| EFFF |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|10:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Smile Empty Soul - I Want My Life | ] |
Ah EFFF. Up until today, I didnt know that I had school in two days. And whats even better: I'm going to be spending those days sick. I'm ill, yo. Ill.
So I'm just going to be chillin' and hanging out with peoples who decide to call me on my *sob* last day of summer. Speaking of which, 251-0238, yo. Ill.
Ill. Heh.
EFFF I'm tired. Somebody should bug me to update this journal again though. Else I know I won't do it. Later, my dedicated fans. *points to the air conditioning system, followed by the fans on the side of his computer* |
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| Woo... got my schedule changed. |
[Aug. 15th, 2005|10:55 am] |
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| | mellow | ] |
1 Study Hall (senior, i wake up 50 minutes later than everybody else)
2 Computer Installation and Maintenance (for the nerd in me)
3 Government (required, with Doverspike)
4 Early World History (required, with Babs)
5 Drama 2 (because ALL gay guys like musical theater)
6 Chemistry 1 (umm... because i'm dumb. i don't need the credit. i could have just as easily taken a study hall and made my life a LOT easier)
7 English (required, with Siekman)
And thats my year. Its gonna be alright... just another freaking year of school. But I get to wake up 50 minutes later, bitches. *does an irish jig and stabs a hobo in the jaw* |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 9th, 2005|03:08 am] |
"Anonymous posts"
A new addition to the list of things I hate. If somebody has something to say, he/she should just say it. Oh, and he/she should make more informed posts too.
"Ignorance"
That's a good one too. |
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| I fucking hate her. |
[Jul. 5th, 2005|10:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  enraged | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dream Theater - Honor Thy Father | ] |
My sister, whenever Tara is brought up, keeps saying, "Oh I hate Tara. Shes so dumb..." when Tara has been NOTHING but nice to her. I hope my sister fucks herself over and everybody hates her later in life... fucking talking behind other people's backs. Fucking two faced bitch. |
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| I'm not talking about it. |
[May. 31st, 2005|11:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Phantom Planet - Turn Smile Shift Repeat | ] |
So I learned a valuable lesson this last weekend: Don't make fun of drunk guys with hard objects in their hands.
I was standing around the fire and this guy's friend is like, "Hey man you're so ugly"... and the guy was like "Grr." or something. So I decided to put my two cents in too, stating that, "You ARE pretty ugly man... just kidding"
So the next thing I know, there's a mostly full beer can flying at eighty miles per hour towards my head.
I don't know what most people would think in this situation, but what was going through my mind went something like this: "Theres no way he's gonna throw that. Oh wait..."
So I'm standing there covered in beer with a sore on the back of my head. Long story short, it sucked. I had a bump on my head for a day and a half, and it still hurts if I touch it. Oh and I smelled like beer too... Just so you all know, Beer + Hair = Not A Great Combination. |
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| I'm obsessed |
[May. 29th, 2005|12:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Fucking Amazing | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Gorillaz - Fire Coming Out of a Monkey's Head | ] |
Okay so theres this one band called the Gorillaz, and they are cooler than the fonz. No, seriously. I've been listening to their new CD, and there's this one song called Fire Coming Out of a Monkey's Head... I'm obsessed. The only thing that would make this song better is if a bunch of midgets came to me and danced whenever it was playing. Now THAT would be cool. I'd abuse that so much... I'd totally request that at a dance of some sort, and then when all the midgets showed up, everyone would be like, "What the fuck, dudes?! Theres midgets everywhere LOL LOL!" and I would throw one. I mean... I would cut my legs off just so I could fit in. It'd be cool. Trust me. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 27th, 2005|09:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lonely | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Beck - Guess I'm Doing Fine | ] |
I can't move from my place, deep breath is impossible.
I got a call from her that ended in "If we're broken up, we should act like it"
It lasted 4 minutes and 44 seconds.
Then she hung up.
And I cant move.
I cant think. |
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| theres a first for everything... |
[Feb. 21st, 2005|07:41 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Thievery Corporation - Lebanese Blonde | ] |
Here's last night in a nutshell, prefaced by a few details.
First of all, Tara is my girlfriend. Her house is down in Nine Mile, about 45 minutes away from missoula in the direction of frenchtown. There is no sign of life within about a half mile of her house, which is in some sort of dense forest in the middle of nowhere.
Her parents were gone last night.
She bought about $80 of herb, plus whatever her parents and sister had.
herb + beer + people + house in the middle of nowhere = party
I smoked for my first time yesterday. I smoked a bowl, with nothing but a buzz going... so I smoked another bowl. No effect again.
At this point I was pretty skeptical about the whole situation. Two bowls by myself, and nothing but a buzz? Weed is bullshit. I kept smoking.
"sometimes it takes a while to kick in" somebody said... so I sat there for a while. Still nothing.
Some people joined me, and I still wasnt feeling anything.
Somebody said something funny, and I laughed... and when I laughed, I moved. Holy shit... it hit me. Pretty freaking hard.
Tara had three hits, and was stoned. I had about 20.
I remember about three things in the next two hours... I was explaining to somebody how fight club and family guy were awesome, and then I watched boogie nights, and I ate doritos. Thats about all. I think.
Oh and looking in the mirror and laughing at myself... and then staring at a colorful plate for about five minutes. Fun stuff.
And EVERYBODY needs to download Thievery Corporation - Lebanese Blonde
And I'm bored. Call me, somebody. 251-0238 |
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| Worst feeling in the world |
[Feb. 1st, 2005|06:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nirvana - Oh Me | ] |
I just got done being really sick. It was not fun.
It all started when I got very little sleep when I just started to feel sick, and so I slept for most of the next day, and kinda forgot to eat. So I woke up at about 9:00 PM, and my stomach was hurting. I thought to myself, "hmm... must be something I ate.", and then almost threw up. But didn't. So then I went back to sleep, not realizing that I hadn't eaten anything.
I woke up the next morning, and when I stood up, I got REALLY light-headed, and had a really bad headache. Thats when it finally occured to me that my brain might be a little malnourished. So I decided to take a shower, where I realized (if anybody has listened to Pink Floyd's 'Comfortably Numb') my head and my hands felt like balloons. And that was the worst physical feeling I have felt in my life... you can just FEEL the sickness at that point. I didnt enjoy it.
So right about now I'm just getting over the headache-ness of it all, but I still have a cough, and it still feels like my hands are balloons, but only if I put them in water. Anywho, it is two days after it all started, and now i'm much better. Thats the whole idea I wanted to get across here. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 22nd, 2004|03:48 pm] |
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W0000000T! anybody else enjoying this 'break' thing? |
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| Wooo... life can go die |
[Dec. 16th, 2004|10:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | gloomy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | my house is silent. | ] |
Alright... okay... alright. hmm... okay.
so life is going downhill for everybody's favorite rapper: Frik-t-Cent. Today was pretty crappy because I woke up, just to figure out I have just enought time to do NOTHING. So I just woke up. And went to school. And smelled funny.
And after school, I walked home from the bus stop. It was cold.
And I've done nothing but school and homework my whole day. My mom stopped buying anything with sugar and/or caffiene... And I am really, really sleep deprived... 4-5 hours a night is just not enough.
Well... thats about all i have to complain about.
Carl came back from that other place he lives at. He'll be here for about a month apparently.
Later, everybody. |
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| People in glass houses sink ships |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|09:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Elliott Smith - Don't Go Down | ] |
Alrighty, so I've been in a really good mood lately, and there is absolutely no reason why. I've had even MORE homework than usual, my grades are shitty, and my social life is basically nonexistant... but I'm happy.
What the hell is that? Seriously... Its scary. I've got nothing.
Well... craziness. I can't say I'm not enjoying it.
Yay me.
Oh and it has finally happened. I am paying $15 a month to play a computer game online. w00t! I'm a nerd! |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 11th, 2004|11:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cake - End of the Movie | ] |
Its been a while, everybody. I've decided that school really does suck, as I am getting C's in almost everything now. It has pretty much got to the point where I just don't want to wake up in the morning at all, despite all consequences. Luckily, I haven't quite reached that point yet.
On the other hand, I'm being Duct Tape Man for this school spirit week thing, which is pretty cool. I'm carrying on Carl's legacy with a reflective cape and an outfit pretty much covered in duct tape. And I'm taking a few rolls along for good measure. Its gonna be so cool... sorta like combining the two coolest things in the world: ninjas and turtles. Except since thats already been done, we'll just move on to talking vegetables or something. Or maybe weird colored things that bounce around a land of green hills under a sun with a baby's face in the middle of it who makes the most annoying sounds in the fucking WORLD. Man I hate P.B.S.
Except Arthur. We all love you, man. |
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| "HA! Now they're mating on YOU!" -Carl Fruechte |
[Aug. 8th, 2004|02:04 pm] |
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| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Elliott Smith- Roman Candle | ] |
So last night was pretty awesome. I was playing my guitar with a few friends around, then all but one of them left. She had never seen A Clockwork Orange. So- thats the second time I've watched that movie in... oh a couple days now. And i had tortilla chips and a bowl of chili... oh man that was good.
So after she left (at about midnight-thirty), I got on my computer to check who was online, and ended up staying up until about 4:00 in the A.M. talking to a drunk Marty about boobs.
Hurray for boobs. (amen)
Oh and by the way, that "HA! Now they're mating on YOU" thing was just about the funniest thing I've ever heard. Just because it was Carl saying it.
And I'm hungry. *leaves* |
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| yo. |
[Jul. 18th, 2004|11:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Radiohead- Kid A track 02 | ] |
Hey i just got 1.5Mbps internet... so thats what has been going on. Life otherwise has been average, and nothing extraordinary has happened.
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Thats all. *leaves* |
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| Yar |
[Jul. 9th, 2004|05:13 pm] |
Hey everybody... (hey doctor nick). Havent updated for a while, so i decided to not be lazy for once and do that.
Work has been really bad lately- digging and moving sticks. okay... picture a layer (one foot deep)of round rocks (about an inch and a half in radius), and fill in all the empty space with dirt, and occasional roots. Thats what i was digging through. You try to get the shovel in ANYWHERE in that freaking dirt, and you hit a rock. Try somewhere else... another rock. Yar...
And then theres the infamous Stick Moving. I mean... moving sticks around is just fine until you get to the huge branches with thorns on them. I'm not talking your everyday ordinary weak-ass thorn either. these things will go straight through leather gloves, and also through the bottom of your shoes, should you be unfortunate enough to experience such an event. Im not the luckiest person, either.
Anywho... i'm done. But a certain Bloodninja would like a word with everybody...
Bloodninja's Cyber Log (edition 2)
bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja: I cast Lvl 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey...
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl 8 Penis of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja: Don't shit with me biznitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl 1, 000, 000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece.
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
bloodninja: Baby?
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bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They fucking charge your ass.
j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli3: thats it.
bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
bloodninja: Fuck am I hard now.
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BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?
eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I'm ready.
BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee.
eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: What the fuck, I told you not to message me again.
eminemBNJA:
BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you fuck up.
eminemBNJA: OheminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something
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Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 280 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?
Wellhung: OK
Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.I'm sorry.
Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What's the matter?
Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.
Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart Why don't you take off your glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
Sweetheart:
Well thats all. Later. |
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| Sweet, sweet vandalism |
[Jul. 4th, 2004|03:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | indifferent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | N/A | ] |
Something pretty interesting happened last night... our mailbox got smashed. It wasnt really bad or anything... but its the idea. It obviously wasn't just a random act, since I live so far away from civilization. Its just that I really havent been hated before... so unless Carl has made some enemies, i have a pretty good idea of the vandal is. Not that it matters whatsoever.
On the other hand, life has once again balanced itself out. I am getting a 1.5Mbps internet connection! W00t for brad. |
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