7th Sun
A lot of very interesting things have been happening to me lately. I've been getting all these changes, I watched a film strip about it, but that didn't really help. I guess I just have to go through puberty confused.

Anyway, lets talk about me. And by "let's" I mean "I" and by talk I mean "type" ofcourse. Recently I saw my friend's band play at the Whiskey, they were totally tight. Infact, they were so tight I tried to put some stuff in them and it just wouldn't fit (do to the extreme tightness factor).

Me and Ryan Nielson, a.k.a. the Fighting Mongooses, were walking down to Pavilions cuz it's only like two blocks away and because burritos were thirty-three cents apeice, and we found these tables. They were black and pretty spiffy, so we took them and broguht them back to our sweet pad (not Maxi, the type of pad that means "living quarters"). They were soo neat I tell you, that I said "I'm going to take pictures of those and put them on my website" and lo and behold, I did.

It's hard to shop. I only want to buy what I currently want to eat. I end up with a lot of chips and soda. That's all









The King's only King because you let him be,



Ryan "the King" Davis