Ahh, home after a long day of work. It wasn't really that long compared to, like, Steve Finkler's work day which is 10 hours long. But I don't give a shit.

Last night I went to Buffalo Wild Wings with Mr. Chris Hopkins. He hadn't eaten dinner (it was almost 10 PM, what an idiot), so he had 18 wings. I was full from eating pizza for dinner so I just drank some Budweiser. We talked for quite a while about a lot of things. I've gotta say, he pisses me off sometimes and he is completely insane, but I'm glad he's still my friend. So here's to Chris. Wish him luck in the Navy.

Bill, on the other hand, is an asshole. I hope he accidentally shoots his head officer or captain or whoever the hell it is. Then I hope he gets kicked out of the army and joins Good Charlotte. 'naptown, WHAT?! I think he would look great with a mohawk or those crazy Liberty spikes, and he could have those black tears drawn in like Benji. So cool!

I think it's time to write some more lyrics. Here goes...