ugh. my dad reads my blog.

ya know.., i doubt many people ever get to this blog..., and i don't mind it, cause.., fuck shameless self promotion. i don't know, that shit always seems retarded to me. besides, this blog is totally easy to find, if you bother looking..
jesus.., what was my intended point? it really did seem well planned out when i starting thinking about this shit.. fuck. i should've wrote it on my arm or something.

no, seriously, wake up in the morning and see some shit written with a sharpie on your arm, unless you are "special", you're gonna read that shit. hands down. that's just a little side note for all the blazing alcoholic's, like myself, who find it hard to remember every tedious little detail.

seriously, seriously, backing up here for a second my friends, my dad reads my fucking blogs. that's kind of weird to me. not bad weird, or good weird.. inbetween. i am an adult, so who fucking gives a shit, but still.. knowing that kind of feels similar to that awkward feeling one gets when they go to the movies with their parent's and the explicit sexual scene comes on.. yeah. you know. it's never discussed in the open, like, "so son, what did you think about that sexual intercourse?" or whatever, but there is that awkward feeling that goes down.. yeah, well.. pop's reading my blog, undiscussably similar. did i mention that i am pretty stoned right now and still have not regained my original intent for this, but is gonna roll with it anyway?