guess what? i have fleas in my room. you know how we always used to joke around with mike rodriguez about his old dog flea bag? i think the ghost of fleabag has come back to haunt he who laughed the loudest. oh and if i haven't talked to you in a while, just want to catch you up to date... the week before fall semester started, in the middle of me developing a stress-induced brain std(its real, ask rosie) compliments of that little bitch governator and his budget cuts which caused me to loose most of my classes and only get half of the financial aid i usually get, my truck was stolen. unfortunately for the fucker who stole it, my catalytic converter was stolen a month earlier so my truck was louder than a burrow getting raped by a t-rex on top of a volcano. he (yes i did say he, i have other ideas about how i would describe this person but they are not meant to be uttered by hearts and mouths and pure as mine) must not have discussed this with his colleagues before deciding to use a screwdriver to start up my little joy of camping capability. the thought of this goober-stain freaking out about how loud my truck was and loosing HIS shit trying to play it cool was the only thing that kept me warm as i rode my bike to school at 630 in the morning. then, when i got a flat tire on my bike it was the walking/hitch-hiking/ trying to wheel my bike that kept me warm. it's been a great couple weeks though and surprisingly, the more shit that happens to you, the better you get at dealing with it without blowing a gasket.
so now this brings me to why we're all here tonight, to unveil my newest little adventure... I have a golf-ball sized something growing out of my neck just under my jaw. it hurts like hell and makes me look like i have a slight case of the retardation. especially when i'm at work wearing an apron and those little monkey-tit caps we have to wear. i included a picture but it doesn't really do it any justice.
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