I cannot be held responsible for my lack of updates. In compensation, however, I will recap my day. At least my lunch, because that's the only time I wasn't completely asleep for.

 

Because I have yet to get a car of my very own, I suckered my dear friend into chauferring me around town. Well, to a place that he was already going, but I tagged along because I could. You see, I wanted to see my best friend, and unfortunately she now resides somewhere where I do not- therefore my dear friend, the one with the car, agreed to drive me to the establishment in which she does. So, I got into his car, and looked around, and, suffice to say, for a highschool student, it was pretty fucking classy. Winnie-The-Pooh handle grip and all. I think I had wheel envy. Soon, we drove out of our school's parking lot, and we were on our way to Queen Elizabeth's, the institution which my soul-sister is schooled in.

 

He began with idle chatter, but I must admit I was rather vacant throughout the entire conversation. Not because I was deep in philosphical thought, or day dreaming about the girl I was about to see. No, no, it was because I was too busy yelling

 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU, A MANIAC? SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU HAVE HOLY-SHIT HANDLES? WATCH OUT FOR THE KID."

 

We arrived at the school in about two minutes - usually a ten minute drive -, and I got my ass out of that car. We went to look for one of our mutual friends first, so that she could lead me to my dearheart. She lead us to her horde first, but alas, my friend was not there. I proptly asked "Where the fuck is that bitch", and they responded, "Pissing"

 

Fuck. She's always pissing.

 

So, instead I cuddle-hugged with my other, quite gay friend. He missed me. I know he missed me, because I missed the fuck out of him.

 

Eventually, my dear stopped pissing, and I proceeded to tackle her and hump her against a wall. I missed her, too. After I had.. Well, finished, we decided ( along with gayfriend and raver chick ) to go for a long walk into the middle of our town's ghetto. We found a small, very run down playground, and we sat, and changed my lovedone's lip ring.

 

Over the span of thirty minutes.

 

"What the fuck, you still haven't got that in?"

 

"FUCK YOU, I HAVE SMALL BALLS, OKAY."

 

"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH YOUR LIP?"

"YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING CUMSLUT."

 

We love each other. When she finally got the ring in, it was nearly time for me to leave, and so we headed back to the school, talking to stray cats and ghetto pitbulls on the way.

 

Oh, yess. Ad I pushed her into traffic.

 

Soon, I had to hug them all goodbye, with an extra-long hug from my gayboy, and get in the car with Mr I'LLFUCKINGPLOWDOWNASENIOR again.

 

He said we were late, so we'd have to go twice as fast.

 

I commenced shitting myself.

 

 

Cheers.

 

It'll be more regular this time, I swear.

 

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