-Grace
How could these two words piss me off enough to make me lose sleep and write a footblog entry? Long story.
Well. It's a long story. Lemme tell you all about my shitty ass day. Woke up around 11 AM. Parents gone for the weekend. I was supposed to go. Didn't go. Cousin's party, he's getting married to some broad. Doesn't matter - they're all the same. So I didn't go, so my parents and my little sister Laura (6) left me around 10 AM. I woke up, took a shower, got in contact with Luke for shred. Couldn't get in contact with Gabe. He's supposed to be here now. Well, never got in contact with Gabe. Stephen David Gabe Chris Hoss couldn't come. Just me and Luke, at Addville, senior parking lot. Nice shred, a few long runs and interesting conversation. We shoulda taken better use of the good weather though. Kinda wasted it. More talking than shred. I didn't hit anything big besides a run with Smear, Paste, Illusions BSOS, and Dimwalk. Almost ended on mirage ending on inside randomly! (Would've been a stylish accident - we love those DON'T WE YOU FUCKING PRICKS!) Luke his some cool stuff. We both couldn't hit DLO, but we both footed it a lot. It's cool to think of how we progressed. He will surpass me soon, and I'm not sure if I like that or not. Anyways. He his a cool string, actually a bunch. Putting clipper in too! I wish I had done that earlier - I'd be a lot better now. (Typing with my eyes closed. Hopefully I'll do okay.)
So yeah I'm drunk.
After the shred I went home. I fed my pets and took a shower. I got my Padron 2000 Maduro and brought it. Luke and I ate at I <3 NY Pizza. One of my favorite places. I hate how modified.ca makes it so even my double spaces turn into single spaces.
Ate some pizza, went to a friend's gig. Didn't want to play because I'm sick of my jazz buddies talking about each other. I actually feel like playing now, even though Manu and Grace are sleeping. Fuck them though, this is my house. I think I will when I'm done with this post.
I'm listening to Phish.
It's 5:04 AM. I'm not reallky as drunk as I was 15 minutes ago. I would say 13.70 minutes, but that's 14.10. FUCK.
Anyways. After dinner, when we saw the Italian salad eating contest, Luke and I went to Jacob's gig. I would've brought my horn, but FUCK ALL OF MY JAZZ FRIENDS, ELITIST BASTARDS!
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU YOU AREN'T ANY BETTER THAN ME, YOU PRACTICE A LOT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. YOU HAVE MONEY TO BUY GOOD EQUIPMENT AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HARD WORK IS. FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU.
So I didn't bring my trombone. Because I don't like playing with Britton and Rafiq, and sometimes Jacob. Stephen and Austin are cool, because they still have some insecurities about them. Sweet insecurities!
Ordered a Liquid Brownie and had my Padron 2000 Maduro. You know what Stephen? You don't know ANYTHING. You can't criticize me for cigars.
A) Butane lighters are odorless and tasteless. Matches can often leave a nasty, bitter taste. FUCK YOU!
B) My cutter is insufficient. So what? I'm getting a Xikar2 sometime soon, which will be WAY better than whatever fucking PUNCH cutter you have, ass. Stop LISTENING to people and do your OWN research. FUCK YOU!
C) Flor de Olivia is NOT necessarily the "best bang for your buck." I personally like Ashtons. Problem? GOFUCKYOURSELF!
D) I tapped my ash after 1.5 inches. Have a problem with that? Why don't you deal with your OWN insecurities rather than telling other people what you think you know. FUCK YOURSELF!
E) Your little sister's friend was hot. Your sister wears too much eye makeup.
F) Your father seemed uncomfortable with me smoking. He can GO FUCK HIMSELF!
G) YOU SUCK AT PLAYING SAXOPHONE. YOU CAN PLAY CLASSICAL BUT WHEN YOU PLAY JAZZ IT SOUNDS LIKE SEWAGE!
H) FUCK YOU.
I) WHEN YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF ONE DAY AFTER MY 18TH BIRTHDAY I DID THINK IT WAS FUNNY, BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'RE AN IRRESPONSIBLE BASTARD AND IF YOU WOULD'VE DONE YOUR WORK AND STOPPED FOOLING AROUND WITH MEGAN, WHO I SET YOU UP WITH IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT.
J) I WANTED MEGAN FIRST, ASSHOLE. SHE MAY BE A BITCH, BUT SHE WAS AFRAID TO TALK TO HER AND YOU WERE AFRAID TO LET GO OF CLAIRE, WHO WAS AN UGLY BITCH, AND YOU KNOW THAT.
FUCKER.
After Stephen left, the night was better. Grace, Becca, Manu, Cat, Luke, Kent, Rachel, Allison, Teddy, Rianna, and Kirby were there. They're cool. I had a fun time. I wish Cat would've came, and Luke, to my "party" tonight. It ended up shitty. I haven't gotten there yet.
Had my Padron 2000 Maduro. When it went out, I was sad, but glad that everyone SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MY CIGAR REVIEW NOTEBOOK. So I like to REMEMBER MY PASSIONS. At least I care about something, ASSHOLES.
Tonight I only had 5 shots of 101 proof Wild Turkey and 1 beer. I am going soft. I am very dissapointed in myself. I'm not 100% drunk though, so maybe that's a good thing.
"That tickles"
-Grace
I was touching Grace's feet tonight while lying next to her and she said that, and I got angry, I am an angry drunk.
Anyways, after my cigar, and everyone shutting up, Luke and I provided entertainment by making each other feel like shit, which
A) Makes no sense to me
B) Doesn't feel good
C) Probably makes the people around us feel like we're assholes
So needless to say, it wasn't 100% fun. Luke told me that no one likes me, which really hurt my feelings, even though I think he was kidding. I'm sure I could've said some things that made him feel shitty too. I'm sorry Luke if I did.
It's 5:20 AM. Do I type fast/correctly? I don't know.
Damon, I want you to come back to modified.
Luke and Cat and Becca left. And Teddy.
Then I drove the wrong way on Glenwood Avenue and
A) Felt like an idiot
B) Felt like I let Manu and Grace down, as they were following me
C) Went the wrong way on a road
D) Endangered my life
E) Endangered the lives of those following me
F) Endangered the lives of the other people coming AT ME, SCARY
Sucked. I felt retarded. It was dark, rainy, and I had a headache, but that's not excuse.
Anyways we got to my house. Was worried my dog had run away, because she was nowhere to be seen when I got home. Found her and felt better. Grace had 1 beer, 4 shots of 80 proof vodka. Manu had 1 beer, 1 shot of 80 proof vodka. I had 5 shots of 101 proof wild turky whisky and 1 beer. I still never got as drunk as them.
Oh well.
We watched Family Guy. Ate popcorn and chips. Then I suggested we go on the trampoline in my backyard. That was cool but it was raining and Grace got girly and wanted to go inside. Took off sprinting and Manu and I chased after her. I was the only sober person. Got on my nerves.
Drank more.
Got so drunk I got angry, which is how I get sometimes. Called Jeremy. Awesome! Haven't ever made an international phone call. Hope it's okay. Long talk, 20 minutes. Hope it didn't charge my cell - I'd be fucked.
Tried to smoke a Nicaraguan cigar that razrbakcrzy gifted me from CS. Tight as HELL draw. Never had it happen to me. Had some coffe with it. FUCK I LEFT THE COFFEE MAKER ON.
Oh well.
Then came inside and Grace and Manu were passed out on my couch. We had watched most of Garden State. Word. Great movie. Natalie Portman. I'd list every girl I like here but that would prove dangerous and Luke would punch me.
Oh well.
Suggested we go to my mom's bed. Grace and Manu fell asleep. I "tickled" Grace, and here I am.
Quite discombobulated. FUCK YOU SIBEL, FUCK YOU.
Luke Anyways, I guess that was my day.
Not the greatest. Not the worst. Feel free to comment.
. It's funny how I don't think about people's accents at all - even though I know that they must have them and then when I hear them talk, I'm surprised by their accent 
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