Drater Socks

I found my Team America: World Police soundtrack and my Limp Bizkit "Significant Other" CD under some shit yesterday. I was very happy. Stefan and I went to his house, and we saw Lisa and her friend on their bikes. We ate some stuff at his house, and then we went to Terre Haute to see Zach Attack at Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology. We went swimming in the icyness of the pond, and then I said hi to Nick McNeeeleyyte. He didn't seem to know me. We went to some places and stuff. Adam Feutz: Hey, Blair? Blair: Absolutely. It was my eighteenth birthday, so I went ahead and bought some Newports and a Black & Mild. I had fun walking around and being legal. We went up to the place in the woods, and I some really hot ash in my eye. It was alright, that was a bad eye anyway. While we were eating our food--fuck it. That's for an audioblog, yes? Just like that. We went. Some shitty rum. It did the trick, though. It almost did the trick. It did a little bit. At the end, and we left, wait, the guy with Adam Feutz. I don't know who the hell he is. Black guys do fucking crazy things when you hand them vaginas. We ate with Zach one last time. I have left out a few things. It's for the best. I don't want Jesus seeing certain things. You can ask Stefan. He was there. He threw the bottle out the window. We made good time. I got a card and a computer and a printer/scanner from my parents for my birthday.

Here is a list of people who remembered my birthday:

Amanda Brundage
Kylie Dickmann
Stephanie Gahimer
Judith Lynn
Grandma
Some Guy (I don't know)

I wasn't home to talk to these people when they called:

Amanda Brundage
Kylie Dickmann
Some Guy (I don't know)

People who called Stefan on his birthday:

Not Kylie Dickmann


People who forgot my birthday:


People I still love more than Jesus loves his taffy:


Andrew, it's been a long time:


I saw Nance, too. Brandon Nance. I shook his hand, and we had a small chat: