i talked to sara last night. some girls just love their boyfriends. i've been cleaning my room all day. i'm leaving the rest for my brother, there's not much left and i've been cleaning up after him all day. messy little bastard. now i have to clean the bathroom because his filthy ass tracked grass in it. doesn't he understand the concept of a water hose? duh. 11-year-olds just have zero clue... and he smells too. bad. he's always like 'i showered yesterday.' and i'm like, 'dude, shower again, you smell like ass.' and he should use deoderant everyday... someday he forgets, just like he forgets to brush his teeth. filthy little bastard. but i love him. he talks too much and beats the hell out of me and pisses me off for his personal amusment, but i still love him. maybe i should just go for stephanie. i love sara, but i need someone now. i love stephanie, but i don't want to hurt sara... c'est la vi. a man's got to know his limitations. tomorrow's wednesday, the best day of the week, get stoned immaculate and make music. later daze.