dear blog,

you are a wonderful device. click click type type click click -- i feel better. you deserve so much more from me. and i want to give it to you i really do. but its hard enough paying attention to what is actually happening in my life let alone process it and do the clicky typie thing. as always i promise to be better to you.

love,

mcnugget mcgeorge mczug-moore sr.

so im not graduating this year i will graduate in the fall. even if i were to work everything out to do it all on time i dont think i could handle it emotionally. it sucks a lot but its the way things are. im lucky ive made it this far without killing myself or someone else.

i spoke to ari for like 15 minutes while i was buying her some cheap computer speakers. she seemed weird or unconfortable but not necessarily with me just in general. it was upsetting. i took a klonopin in the car on the way home from best buy and made my self 3 zug-moore strength vodka cranberries called james and miyo and then passed out at around 1030. i woke up at 5 to the tv still blaring in the living room and george passed out in front of it. i'm still awake

right now as i blog i hear the sounds of gay porn coming either from george's room or ricky's upstairs. i think its from upstairs.

i have found that gay men are very similar to evangelical cristians in that theyre always seeming to be trying to spread the word of god or in thir case, the rod.

so as i was saying i have decided to follow amanda's example and drink away night and day but save the pot for occasional use. or at least not everyday use. its all genevieve's fault. always bringing the pot over here. and forcing me to smoke it. she has always had sucess with school.

today i must go to class drop two classes and register for one more, pack my bag, transfer money, stay sane