Diary of a Dead Kid

Dear freakin' lord. I was partying (with Mormons) until 6:30 in the morning, I got home, went to bed, and only just woke up.
It's probably not very positive that blogging is taking priority over taking a shower or getting something to eat.
Gah. I have the grosses rings under my eyes. I'll do a post tonight when I don't want to die


P.S. It really was a good time last night though. I DJ'd a mini-rave on a mini-golf course, and that was really cool.