Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Friday, August 20, 2004

 
nine o crock, and im dressed semi sharp, and the cigarette hanging from my mouth sits niceley, as i type with it out of my fingers.

cuz that always makes me type sloppy.

anyways. the twenty dolla pants from target look quite nice. it's all about avoiding pleated plants like the plauge that they are. flat fronts, baby...

ERRR-- hold the presses. phone.

ok that was whitey-whizzle-fo-shizzle and him and B hart are taking bong hits in whitey's mom's kitchen (she's outta town. bev would never tolerate that shit)

anyways, looks like that's the new plan. better than plan was gona be. solo mcfly riding the dolerian of death into the future.

now im just marty mcLoser hanging down at shelbacks with da ole boys.






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