BLUE SKATES WITH RED STRIPES
02.10.2006 | 5:25 AM

I NEED TO REVISE MY LAST ENTRY.

YOU SEE, APPARENTLY, I HAVE BECOME QUITE THE POOR HISTORIAN DUE TO THIS SELF DIAGNOSED ALCOHOL RELATED DEMENTIA AND THE STORY IN FACT DID NOT AT ALL END UP THE WAY I HAD PREVIOUSLY DESCRIBED.
THE PANTS WERE NEVER ACTUALLY PURCHASED.
I DID, HOWEVER, OFFER THIS WOMAN THAT CAME TO MY DOOR AT 2 IN THE A.M. A BEER.
SHE ACCEPTED AND THOUGHT I WAS MY ROOM MATES DAUGHTER.
SHE TRIED TO GET MY MOM (MY ROOM MATE-WHO IS A YEAR YOUNGER THAN I) TO BUY ME, HER DAUGHTER, A PAIR OF SENSIBLE BLACK SLACKS WOMANS SIZE 8.
MY ROOM MATE GOT PISSED AND KICKED HER OUT.

...OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I DONT KNOW.

BUT I DO VIVIDLY RECALL LISA ROLLER SKATING DOWN SUMNER STREET LIKE A FUCKING BAT OUT OF HELL.

IT WAS COOL.