all along the western front people line up to receive. so the other day chris says to me he says "hey dub, nice slacks!" i didn't know what to think, if it was a come on or what, but i found it pretty odd because i was wearing pants. pretty weird if you ask me! zed. all i knew was that it was cheeze that was really on his mind, and not my friggin shorts. enough about that cheese loving freak though, he'll get his. what i really want to talk about though is how yesterday finally cuddles didn't run away from me, he finally stuck around and gazed into my eyes with his deep blues and let me pet him, it was truly magical, like a dream come true, only better. if i died at that moment i'd die happy, although i'm glad i'm still alive. i guess me and the boys will have a few drinkz and a few cagrettes and a few [a] bombs the weekend. i guess it will be alright, perhaps a repeat of last weekend, and that was pretty eventful, i just hope carl doesn't show up this time, i'd rather poke my own eyes out than look at that sorry excuse for a human being one more time. actually that was probably a little extreme, i'd rather eat my own head than see him again, or punch a blue footed boobie in the stomach. phone pictures are bomb.com, i urge you all to put all of your fone pics on facebook and have a laugh. i know i will! i think less of all of you than i did 13 dayz ago, thanks