2003-04-24 9:35 p.m.
can't rot

hello.

this morning i woke up feeling absolutely horrid. I'm still sick. I'm still sad, and to top it off it was extremely cold in my room.

But i did sleep until my alarm rang. That's something to be proud of. Mainly because i've been waking up too early these past few weeks. Even my dad's remarked about the bags under my eyes.

I don't know, folks. Life just doesn't get much more "ehhhh" than this.

Last night, Yev tried to intervene. He's a nice kid and always tries to help me when i'm sad. He IM'ed me to say the follwoing.

Yev: Yo, Cracker! Don't be killing yourself or nothing. Mama says she loves you. And i love you. And i'm so hot and awesomely awesome. I'm going to get dental surgery and enlarge my penis too! A*** is a whore and i ahte her. Life sucks. DOn't be killing yourself, Blud. A DIFFERENT GURL EVEZYY NIIIIGHT!"

Yeah. i didn't get it either. But that's okay. I look hot in my bright orange pajamas.

-Mark

whore's hustle / hustler's whore