yep. still weird.

lafayette. lafayette, indiana. it's fucked up man.
like... ok.

yesterday i was eating at some mexi place. or southmexi? got it. southwest grill. i think. place. so yeah, i was outside eating nacho's, and more fuckin nachos 'cause i'm a tard (even cooler than saying retard) for not knowing how to order off of a 10 item menu.

i was eating like a pig infront of a slop trough. only difference between me and the pigs are that when i eat, nothing leaves the trough. i lick my plates cleaner than your toilet seat (truth -- which are cleaner than the average countertop). i was eating and this tank top-mirrored sunglasses-red hat-cut off jean shorts-hiking boot wearin, sunburnt, and boa constricter carryin' redneck, walked past me.

boa constricter carryin'?

this man was talkin on a cell phone while strolling down the street with a boa around his neck, and the other one was on his right arm.

random:

i just laid down for a second. i was sitting up and then went for the lay down. i fell to my mattress face first. my left hand hit the matress first. then, my right elbow somehow managed to land directly on my left hand. all four knuckles were crystal clear when i heard them crack. it hurt slash was wicked awesome.