2003-11-14 - 12:57 a.m.
Thirty-six minutes have passed since I turned twenty-one. I decided that I was to write a descriptive and factual entry but my new year celebrations started with six bong hits and ended with blackhead removal and flossing. Now it feels like tommorow already and I took four "two hundred milligram" extra strength, fast-acting Advil liquid gels. Mouth mouth mouth mouth. It feels clean, enough that I refuse to eat. I suffer in my austerity. Poooor fucking me.
Anyways Jamiey. Happy Birthday. Keep up the same shit.
