Thursday, November 26, 2009

Give thanks, brother. Shutthefuckup.

Happy thanksgiving. I'm full. End of story.
No I won't give money to your stupid charity.
I'm over trying to be a nice person.
Like goddamn trying to change is sorta bullshit.
Change should just happen it shouldn't be forced.
So I'll just let the world mold me in the way that it sees fit
and if you don't like how the world shapes me then
FUCK YOU.

I'm thankful for:
All of my friends. Even the ones that aren't in my life anymore.
My family.
My beautiful sister and of course her husband.
This really beautiful girl that I get to call my own.
Every piece of advice I have ever gotten.
Hot cheetos.
Nikes.
Skinny jeans.
Fucking gee music.
Dance party screamo.
All my memories.
The knowledge that I have.
My opportunities.
Playboy.
Chicks that like to show off their huge boobs.
Snow :)
Rugby.
Utah Vs. BYU tickets :D
Black socks.
iPhones
That new car smell.
Cologne.
My home.
My bed.
Disneyland.
Trax.
Mountains.
Snowboards.
Soap.
Warm showers.
Cold showers.
Tents.
Ugly dogs.
When the teacher forgets to give tests.
No homework.
Long weekends.
The internet.
Macs.
Boxers.
Comic books.
Movies that make me laugh.
Alcoholic beverages.
Email.
Texts that just make me lol
Longboards.
Burton.
True religion jeans.
Stale sour gummy worms.
My life.
Every breath I take.
My hearing.
My sight.
The sense of feeling.
The adrenaline rush you get when you put yourself in danger.
Toenails.
America.
This girl from London.
The fact that I just got a text from Skye :)
The fact that I just made plans with Mike
Digital cameras.
Television.
Brother Jenkins.
Miss kensington.
Love.

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