allowed entry at 10:35 pm
It's February the 3rd already.
1 month flew by wicked fast. Woo!
Sheen: We're out of order? You're out of order! This court is out of order! The vending machine in the gym is out of order!
hahahahaha
Can I marry Sheen? =D
I think I'm at a point where I'm getting sick of myself.
I used to laugh when people said they do most of their thinking in the toilet.
Now, my mind really does work in the toilet. Weird.
And now when I think, I get sick of myself. Not that I hate myself though.
And I've concluded to always keep my mouth shut.
Information is the root to all evil.
It gets the better of me. I suck, man. Gah.
I'm in desperate need of a workout.
Urgh.

Unfortunately, my lighter never leaves my sight.
And I miss Faisal real bad =(