There’s a Metallica concert in Denver in August, and I wanna goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

And the chair squeeks!

*licks knife*

Mehwstly, Mehwstly, Mehwstly… Mehwstly, Mehwstly, Mehwstly… Leet-deedle-eet-deedle-eet-deedle-eet-deedle Mehwstly, Mehwstly, Mehwstly. (I made that song up)

NGYEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOORANGE JUICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WILL EXPRESS MY ENJOYMENT TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUSSSSSS:
EEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWW!

Finished.

My journal entries hurt God.

No mas, no mas.