SKRATE PIMPIN'

Liz: Super thanks for the Halloween card! New title: "Liz will be so proud that I got all this info about you!" Yay, can't wait to see you in 42 days.

Toni: You were right...Scary Movie 3 does suck.

What I have been up to...

Dad was out of town for the whole weekend. Eventhough It's just the two of us, it's nice to have to the place to myself. You know to masturbate and stuff. No actually I just cleaned out the fridge (scrubbed, not devoured) and fixed dad's stereo and rocked out. Actually it was pretty fucked up being home alone on Halloween weekend witrh my father out of town...it reminded me of those stupid scary movies with Neve Campbell. What are they called, oh yeah Scream. Thought someone was in the house several times. Killed several crickets with a flip-flop. Don't need guns, kick ass with a shoe.

Went out for Halloween, dressed up like a pimp for the second year in a row. Some guy that tries to hump on me every time I go to Harpole's thought I was dressed up like Jamiroquai. His name is Darelle(thats how its pronounced at least), I think he has a gold tooth. Pimpin' ain't easy.

Saturday night I went to my mother's boyf's house and watched Barbershop, not really that funny. Fell asleep on the couch, not sure if it was because I was tired or because I had a contact buzz. Well looks like they are coming up with a Babershop 2. Can't fucking wait. Only if Martin Lawrence was in it.

Last night Ginger and I went to see Scary Movie 3. It was so horrible. Then we went to Fox and the Hound where I pretended that I gave a shit about football and made fun of this monkey looking ass mother fucker that kept looking at us like we were pork rinds. Did a lot of reminiscing. We have so many inside jokes, and certain looks and facial expressions that mean certain things: like the lady at walmart that was looking at a pillow case too closely, or the time when I was running around the house and slipped on the rug in the hallway landing on my face, or imitating how our greatgrandmother walks, or when i got so stoned that i couldn't control my legs and I walked straight into the wall...I was crying the entire time we were there. I had a fucking blast. It's so awesome to have a friend that knows everyway to make you laugh.

Now? nothing. Just talked to Liz for her 4-hour-if-you-are-really-my friend-minimum. Supposed to go out to eat but I think i'm gonna twist outta that and go to Gin's instead. Wouldn't hurt to spend sometime with my old man. Hey his ass didn't bring me anything from St. Louis! Well fuck.

Outie. Lovels like Whoa.