a few nights ago my pal sinden got into a fight with some random drunk girl at death rock booty call (took place at the hanoi hilton rather than the stud, this time), and sarah got kicked in the shins while trying to break the fight up.� alicia & wyatt were there, too.� of all people.� now i'm just messing around with photoshop, in honor of the black & white checkered belt i found at hot topic today.� mirror in the muthafuckin' bathroom, man.� finally they are representing the ska stylez instead of just that studded rockstar shit.� now where's the piano-patterned belt?� tremble in fear of my awesome photoshop skills and my retarded neverending fascination with the fashion & design sensibilities of the 1980s.

the only problem is... there's never enough.� it's true.� there's never enough.� and the other problem is, i'm listening to lush at 3:40am.� screw the survey i made up... it's not that good.� everyone go join the crunk diaryring instead.� if you read this, you are probably thinking crunk thoughts and living the crunk life... so of course you wanna show solidarity with eggstone2000 dot diaryland dot com and all the opinions & habits it (in so many words) promotes.� join the club and lay claim to the god-given rights & priveleges that come with being crunk.

my aim is true.