Well, I have encountered a few slightly traumatic events in the past few days. Well really only one.. but i've been stressed. FIRST, i sign into facebook and see i have a friend request.. saaweeeet. love makin new friends.
so i click. WHO pops up? my ollllllllllld pastor. Old in both senses of the word. He's fifty yrs old and isn't preachin at my church anymore. (In an effort to be more like sarah palin, i'm removin the -g from my verbs, so DEAL.) so what do i do? I can't NOT accept him, but i also CAN'T accept for these multiple reasons:
1. he's a repub. and barack obama literally has thrown up on my facebook page. he's everywhere.
2. my last last three wall posts at the time all revolved around "cock day." a day kope made up in my agenda and we felt like actually celebrating.. we didn't.
3. my last album title? RAPING THE CONTINENTAL SHELF. he lives in florida now.
4. last 70 pictures of me? 58 of them i'm at garage with a bottle in my hand.
WHAT IS MY LIFE.
so last night we drank out of christmas mugs then went to garage (shocking). kope and i took saferider back at 415 in the morning after sitting on derek's front porch for 2 hours. he flicked a cigarette at my head then i kicked him in the balls. fin.
p.s. alpal xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo. i miss you hum ho.
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