Music:Exhumed, and my roomate playing drums and music in the den
oh no, my golf cart!
NOOOOOOOOOO i think it would be easier to die now than to go on living because I talked to my mom today cause im comin back for mother's day and THE GOLF CART IS GONE! DAMMIT! apparently it struggled up its last hill and somehow is dead. It's not just the battery, but im no expert on golf cart mechanics, so now i can't drive it around and pop golfcart wheelies anymore. What the hell am I supposed to do all weekend? Play guitar all weekend and see if any of my old acquantances still live at Waffle House? Steal a golfcart? Team up with fellow graffitiers from back in the day? Go to Blimpie and hang out with the owners and the people that work there now? Ravage the toy aisle in K-mart? K-mart tag? sigh. DAMMIT i want my golf cart. now i have to drive or walk everywhere. and its hot outside. DAMMIT. or i can ride my bike. the one with the spoke beads and tassals. sweet, i am so pimp. goin to watch movies now - you got served and eurotrip - dollar theater RULES