i dont even know where to start. oh wait, yes i do...Brad is fillin in for someone on posting on this thing. dont worry he gets that im kidding when you dont. lame.
so, anyways... as a start im keeping this post clean because i have no clue whos reading this. probably noone.
went to vegas with steve for punk rock bowling. didnt end up bowling a single frame...or watching one bowled for that matter. tried to leave early enough to get there in time for the off with their heads show friday but didnt even come close. probably my fault mostly. whatever.
got thrown out of the tropicana. no fault of steve or mine. our pal dana threw a chair off of the balcony into the parking lot below. room full of security and everything. they took steve with them somewhere and left dana natasha and i in the room without any clue of what might be happening. steve mouthed off to them alot. i made a joke out of it... big surprise. i asked the guards if it would be appropriate if i got a pic with all of them and they said "no." sucks.
we then got escorted out, threatened with arrest if we ever went back in the building. i dont understand the big deal...it was a 10 dollar wal mart p.o.s. chair. we thought about going and buying a new one and presenting it to the front desk the next day but we didnt want to get arrested for being nice. so eff them all day. pretty sure steves banned from there for life. hes the only one they have on file. haha. thats quite an accomplishment for him i think.
anyways, what else is up...
im moving in with steve and big brad in a few days. i came home today with the intent of cleaning up and packing. didnt happen. i did the dishes...well the dishwasher did them at least. that was about it. i got lazy. another huge surprise.
my next door neighbors moved out as i was leaving for vegas...so now some young blond chick lives next to me. i think her and her idiot boyfriend already hate me. think i care? think again. ive tried to say hello to them twice and they have been straight cold blooded. jerks. i was on the balcony on the phone during a little argument and i realized the chick was out on hers about ten minutes into my voice being raised. im sure that didnt help. i hope her apartment falls apart like mine has in the past 2 and a half years because shes obviously a jerk. her beatles haircut dummy boyfriend is a jerk too. he should go buy some more 30 dollar t shirts at sun diego with bright pink ink on em. wow. maybe im the jerk. probably not.
huh.
finally got to see off with their heads last weekend. bought a hoodie. they rocked hard. wont elaborate much more then that at this point in time.
i realized tonight that if i worked at subway my least favorite part of the job would be having to say the word "toasted" the entire shift. id rather scrub porcelain. that word is annoying. i do love toast tho. adding the "ed" on it drives me insane tho. weird.
got MAD sick after vegas. mainly because of dana i think. enough said.
i was going to talk about how i ordered some new vinyl tonight but decided i didnt want to.
im super tired. i really hoped this weekend would rock but i have a strong feeling it will not at all.
ok i think thats enough for now... or something.
Posted By : Cody.
P.S: my apartment smells like something is cooking in the oven right now but nothing is. lets hope i dont get "toasted" in my sleep. i just threw up from saying that.
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