Who knows WHAT is gonna happen

Well, as I sit here, on my huge patio in the Hollywood hills, with my new ipod blasting with out needing speakers, and well, having a few, and NOW noticing my F button wont work until I slam my index f...f...F...Finger on it, I realized something. You never know what the day will bring. I didn't mean to, but I drank a little WAY too much last night. But no hangover. At ALL. Is this a sign telling me, "quit"? Who knows. I've had several. Anyway, as I knock back a f...FFFFew.(I HATE the F button right now) and the Beatles are now playing, I sit back and think what I was thinking when I woke up. My plans, no hangover somehow, and caffFFFFFFFFF (damn this F thing is killing me) caffiene. My errands seemed so simple. And I awoke and thought I had to work. What a sweet feeling it is to FFreak out and realize you really don't have to do SH*T. Amazing. So I ate, went running, ate again, then did stuff. (I just pressed the F button 7 times to get "stuff" out. Mark it 8 dude.) So anyway, as I have NOT a clue of F**K! There's the F key again...anyway, of what I was doing...you know what, I'm typing without it now. Just imagine an F where it needs to be. Actually I have no clue o the point I was trying to make. So, ater all that, enjoy lie. liFe. Damnit. I'm outta here. Where's my ucking beer.

"When you're picky, someone is willing to take that slack. They don't have it. Cherish every second and everything. You only get that once."

(now bitter sweet symphony is playing right on cue) Ahhhh...LIE. Crap...liFe. You can be expecting a youtube video o the F key burning.