You won't regret it.

Didn't go to draw in Saturday night. Decided to hang out over at Jake's house.

But there is always one person to spoil your mood. His name is John or Jason or something with a J, but he prefers to go by the monicker(sic) pancakes. And I don't call him that. Actually I don't talk to him. I want to drive a railroad spike into his skull. He has the personality of bloated animal carcass on the side of the road on a hot august afternoon. Your just waiting for him to explode rotted guts all over you when you walk by.

At least sunday was cool. It was Kurt Russell marathon night.

Big Trouble in little china

Escape from New York

3000 miles to graceland

The chinese have alot of hell.