Hmmm another chapter in this whole person telling me about how I’ve changed for the worse saga. Griffin and I discussed it some yesterday when we hung out, (saw Underworld, it sucked, but hanging and talking was good. He has a unique view on recycling friends… or perhaps just cycling friends every six months or so. I’m not sure if I’m such an extremist, but we both understand who number one is.
I’m rambling. Its late. I’m not taking shit from no one. Alright? Understood?
Good.
Tomorrow Evan should be in town. I intend to show him a good time. This means he will need to be pretty drunk and I will have to provide the alcohol.. There won’t really be sleeping, because thats not punk rock enough for mr woodward… and then we will walk home. After causing as much shit as we can get our hands into downtown. Or else it will go horribly wrong and none of that will happen and oh well.
I have a headache.
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