If you don't know anything about me, I'm insane, and am amused by almost anything. Even in my most drunken state, a small gif of a tallitubby (I don't give a shit if it's spelled wrong, damnit.) dancing can get me to giggle like a 12 year old schoolgirl at the premiere of some Zach Effron bullshit.. Also, I have a disgusting sense of humour, sometimes too much for even my semi-retarded friends to handle.  Well, I not so recently discovered a book by the name of now my most favourite person on the internet, "Tucker Max."  His insane, drunken, childish humour bring tears to my eyes as I read about stories of deaf girls cumming, blow jobs, and drunken adventures.

 Anyways. I want to tell the story about how one morning I got high before school, and had a magical adventure with my best friend Phil.  Now, last year, I used to get high just about every morning with that cat, but there was one morning in particular that really makes me smile as I look back upon it.   

It was a normal routine, Phil had picked me up from my house, and we were on our way back to our secret under construction development which was abandoned, so it was the perfect place to light up in a semi-public area without getting caught.  This morning, Phil had lit up the blunt, and we smoked up, yadda yadda, had some Jimi Hendrix playing in the background.. I looked down at the clock, and realized what time it was.  It was getting awfully close to breakfast, and fuck, I was pretty damn hungry. I look down at the clock in Phil AVEOOOOO!~ and notice it's about 7:30 ish.  I look at Phil, open my mouth, and out comes the stupidest, most poetic thing I think I've ever said.

"Look at the time, are you not stoned?"

Now, what I meant, like any normal person, is "HEY FUCKER, IT'S GETTING LATE, ARE YOU STILL STONED?"  Innocent mistake, right? Well, as Phil laughs his head off for about fifteen minutes at my grammar error, I sit in an awkward state of, "Did I really just say that?"  This story might not seem interesting to you, but if you were there, and you were stoned off your ass like we were, it might appear to you with more hilarity. 

Anyways.

I'm watching Reno 911.  My friend Steffan is dressing like Dangle for Halloween.

Hilarity ensures.

I hate all of you;

    Kori

Pleurisy, also known as pleuritis, is an inflammation of the pleura, the lining of the pleural cavity surrounding the lungs. Pleurisy has a variety of infectious and non-infectious causes. Pleurisy can cause painful respiration (also called pleuritic chest pain) and other signs and symptoms, some of which may remain long after the pleurisy has gone away. Such sequelae, enumerated in 19th Century medical texts, permitted retrospective diagnosis.^[1]

I think that this is completely and utterly unacceptable.  I mean, seriously, why the hell, with all the modern medicine, and how easy it is for a cold to go away, I get some damn 19th century disease? Hey, at least I have the same disease that Ringo Star had. 

 Anyways.  It's been a while since I visited, the site, but I uploaded some new pictures of me in some Halloween costumes. Sure, I'm not the hottest thing in the world, but maybe deserve a spot in /s/ once in a while.

I didn't go to NY for the convention.  Glad I didn't, or so that's what I was told. I was supposed to work for Anime Pavillion, but never got back up with my boss.

 For some reason, my room smells like pot.

I'm not complaining.

I need more friends.

Random..

sentences..

tentacles..

fun..

bye. ;D

MOURN MY DISEASE, BITCHES.