Mikey & the Apartment of Misfit Porn

It's been a fatass fucking minute since I've made a post. I'm sitting here, downloading music, and bored off of my ass, so I figured I'd go ahead and make a post.

Eh, there's been a bit of shit since I made my last post, not that any of you give a damn, but whatever. School has ended since my last post and I also got my car back. Exciting? I know, only moderately.

Summer school has started - and it fucking sucks. I have Mr. Bachus first class and Mr. Bell second. Coach Bell isn't too bad, but, Bachus is a fucking cunt. He gave me four demerits this past school year for having my shirt untucked. Faggot. There's a bunch of hotties at summer school this year, and if Tyrone plays his cards right, he'll hopefully leave with a cutie, since, ya know, he's fly and shit.

So for about the past however many weeks it's been since school ended, I've pretty much sat around on my ass and played Shadowrun on Live with the exception of when I went to the Killwhitneydead show.

So, as I mentioned before, Killwhitneydead came to town recently. Amazing doesn't begin to describe it. They played some of my favorites and I got to mosh. I bought a CD and I finally got the fucking shirt I wanted. I went with Alicia and we picked up Samira and Tim's girlfriend...Kayla, I think? After the show, things got interesting. So, according to these five cunts, Alicia and Kayla were talking shit during Killwhitneydead and they followed us outside to the garage. I turn around for five seconds, and I see Alicia against my car getting hit by some rail-skinny mega-cunt with a crutch. I don't hit girls, but if it was a dude, I'd have broken his other fucking leg. After that, I took everyone home and went home and went to fucking bed.

"If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We're the middle children of history. We have no special purpose or place and unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Which is worse: hell or nothing?... burn the museums, wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least God will know your name."