I got drunk the other night and I made the mistake of drinking the trash can punch shit. My advice would be to never drink it, even if it was your last resort. It is exactly what it says it is, trash.

My friends gave me a baby bottle of jager for my birthday and I haven't opened it since. I took it to this party so it could get some action and nobody touched it. I don't even think they looked at it. It must be a sign from God; that this baby bottle of jager is meant for my friends and I only.

I had a good Easter. I heard a bunch of stories about my family and learned a lot about my history. Not to mention, I found out where my family gets their light skin and light eyes from. Our great great grandfather was a blond haired blue eyed Spaniard. Nice. That's just on my mom's side. We have English on my dad's side so Lord knows what we got from them. We're mutts!

A builder and plan is under way as of today meaning that I'll be moving into my house very very soon.

Snatch always puts me in a better mood, "Oy, I thought you said he was a get-away driver. What the fuck can he get away from eh?!"