Step to you, Honda.

I'm tired of hearing my car click every time I turn the wheel too far. I'm gonna kick my car's ass or fix it. Whatever comes first. I had a date the other night and I achieved the goal of not looking like a complete jack ass. Who'd of thought? She called me and asked about this saturday...I said yes. Rock! I need to drop a class and soon. I missed the only paper we have due in this class due to me never checking a syllabus. Isn't it the professor's job to keep us up to date on something he has already given us in writing at the beginning of the semester? Right, I fucked up. Anyways, after that is done with I need to save up some cash to go to the titty bar with Cunt and Douche. I want to clean up my apt. now that the rain has stopped. I really want the weekend to come so that I can't be held responsible for some things till monday. I'm really a huge slacker now instead of a procrastinator. I am so almost done with school I should really get my act together. But I won't. I really want to start working at the capitol and leave Zen because I am done with food service in my head. Space Dog just ditched Pound and now she has done a bit a talking to me so I think I can Handle the "STEVE" now. He is a very emotionally weak man and can't keep a friend for more than a year. I like to hear these things. I was doing cloud nine until I realized I have to drop a class, other than that I think that everything will be fine if I can clean up the apt. and get my school organized within the next week. That is all my little flaming monkeys of desire. I shall talk to you of my banal life again soon. Tah

Cam the Shrimper.