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Percocet [Nov. 11th, 2004|12:28 pm]
[mood |high]
[music |Snoop Dogg ft. Pharell - Drop it like its hott.]

I haven't written in this shit for a while. Haven't had much of a computer. My dumbass of a brother likes to break mine. A lot has happened since I last put an entry in. A lot of legal issues, and a lot a life changing events. Lost some friends, made some new ones. Things have been going pretty good, smoke pot, drink beer, pop pills, you know how we do.

Well right now, wait, stop that thought. What is now? Is it possible to write about the concept of whats going on at this very second? Because once that second passes, it turns to the past. Or could the word "now" be used to describe a time span? I could just be fucked up right now. However, who cares? I am sure you people don't want to listen to me ramble on about my philosophical theories. Or is that what my journal is meant for? Who the hell cares. All I know is that I want to smoke, so someone should smoke me up. =)

I am going to get Indy Revolution back up very soon. I am also going to start throwing shows again. One day, I will be loved by black people. And just for once, this world will be a utopia. Free of the minorities who feed off our social security system that is designed for hard working Americans who need something to fall back on when they are in between jobs. FUCK FOOD STAMPS!!!