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Well, I spent this weekend down in Hunt Valley MD. We had a fucking blast.. got to meet so many people (check out my portfolio and LuciosWolfe's as well for pics from it). Drank alot (yay for free bars), smoked alot, put ourselves in debt alot.. Yay.

I'm sick of complaining, but hey, what the hell. I haven't really done it yet here anyway.



I'm also sick of being told that I'm a cold bitch. That I'm too emotional. That doesn't even make sense, its a fucking contradiction. I'm sick of being told that I make you feel stupid, that everything you say is wrong. I'm sick of being told I'm stupid. I'm sick of you saying "well maybe I should just move out, I'm just a goddamn babysitter to you anyway". And I'm sure when (or if) he even reads this, it will brew up a whole new fight. Or maybe just an old one reopened.



I'm sorry my son's disrespectful to you. He's only 5. He may act like he's older sometimes but he isn't.



I'm sorry I bought the wrong goddamn roast beef.

There are alot of severely immature people on this site, I see. The kind of immature where they claim that they're 15 yr old "worlocks" or "necromansers" and that I should be afraid. On the up side though, it makes me laugh. But its really sad..

Again, I have nothing interesting to rant about. Except for the fact that I'm getting sick of drinking all my alcohol through a straw. My last dentist severely fucked up my front teeth, and now they can't stand hot or cold against them. So I can't drink without a straw. Which means I can't do shots unless I can manage to pour them straight down my throat.



I hate dentists. Alot. I mean really alot.

The nitrous was the only good thing about it.

Hey look another journal/blog/POS that I can rant in. Except for the moment I have nothing to rant about. Except for the new Chocolate Peanutbutter Chex Mix. They're the fucking bomb. Except I didn't like the pretzels in it.