Yeah, finished with my last final of my last Fall term of college. Now that I have nothing else to do, I'm going to drink all that beer that I don't have with that empty wallet that keeps yawning in my fuckin face. That's OK, I may be able find some other mind altering substances laying around the house. I might have some have some glue to huff, dried bannana peels to smoke, or maybe some codeine laying around. Do cleaning supplies do anything to you (in a catatonic sense of the word 'anything')? Whatever, as long as I can listen to Comets on Fire turned up pass "11" and still dance around in my underpants, I'll be aaaaaallll raaaiiigght.

Dang, the ScotchGuard is starting to kicking in. It sorta makes me feel like like this guy.