wassup, wassup?

you gotta be fucking kidding me.

i just wrote out a whole lot of shit that i apparently needed to say, but i decided against it.

i’m just gonna get some pizza, go to school with justin,  jam to some mandolin and banjo music with my Australian homies, go to work, drink vodka, listen to my boys, and just keep on keepin’ on.

also, my friends tried to make artificial semen last night with baby formula, so i mean.
they maybe had like, four beers between them?
and then shane took a shower and brad cleaned the kitchen. no qualms.

and katie and mike are in town and it was really cool to see them and katie is even more pretty in person and mike is always so nice, but he’s so funny and he calls shane ‘shaneboy’ and so that’s really funny and he just bought a banjo and a mandolin and like, ‘mike, water ya doin’
and he was so excited to show brad this magic trick and katie told us about how he woke her up in the middle of the night just to show her this magic trick and i can’t wait until they get married/move back down here.

it gets more ridiculous by the day with these fools.

also justin gave me a deal on his product friday night and everyone swore he wouldn’t. hah. i’m pretty sure nothing is stronger or more timeless than the friendship me and that kid have and i’m so excited to have classes with him next semester! wheeee!