Home Alone

So, I have the apartment to myself, until about 10 o'clock tomorrow night. Let the heathenism and sins commence!

Seriously. Please come over, I'm bored.

Noah dyed his hair Red. That's pretty cool. I told him to dye the carpet. He said he shall. Noah's also already bored with Vince. Which is funny.

I would have to say I'm pretty much in love with Simply Lemonade w/ Raspberry. It's heavenly.

But my all time favorite drink is Blue Raspberry Kool-Aid. Don't even get me started on that. I love it so much I would kill a cripple for a cold glass of it.

I should probably shower soon. I'm smelling kinda rank.

I guess I'll go do that...

sorry this isn't a super "insightful" or "personal" entry complaining about life.

Because life isn't shitty.

We're white adult males in a society that values being white and male above all else, even now in 2010. So for us to whine and complain about trivial things, it makes no sense. Think positive. Our future household is almost guaranteed to have eight times the income as a black house hold.

Fucking disturbing isn't it?

So just remember kids, cheer the fuck up. Unless you're a minority in this country. Then do something about it. Fight back. Don't put up with gentrification of your neighborhood and culture. Take pride. Revolutionize.

Please