Friday, October 1
My mom locked me out of the house. Again. Third time in a month. Approximatetly 30 days in a month, happened 3 times. Maybe in the next 10 days it'll happen yet another time. That day I will have to remind my dearest mother not to lock the storm door or just give me a fucking key for once. I am not going to twist it up someone's ass.

And that's a promise.

Of course you should know by now that I never keep promises.

There are not many Izzy Stradlin websites. That is why I am sad. Not because that my family locks me out of the house every few times a month.

Yesterday I woke up at 7:13 A.M. I immediately, spontaneously, got "In the Navy" stuck in my head along with images of gay men in short shorts dressed as which included an indian, a cop, a construction worker, a sailor, and a handlebar-mustached biker with biceps the size of loaves of salami shaking their asses in front of a red curtain, playing in my head like Axl Rose watching lesbian porn. It also reminded me of Wayne's World 2 when Wayne was spying on his girlfriend. That was priceless.

Today in chemistry we were doing 2 labs with candles and beakers and open fires. Dominique suddenly yells in the middle of class saying that there was something in his pants, and asks if he could take them off because there was something seriously hurting him down there. The teacher allows him to and while unintentionally showcasing everyone his magenta purpley pink boxers, complains that his butt is in such pain. Then the teacher tells him to go to the bathroom to see if everything was okay. So he takes his jeans and walks in his boxers down to the bathroom outside in the hallway. Hall monitors and open classroom doors and all.

In the end, a piece of glass somehow got into his pants. And in all common sense, for you dumb shits, he took it out.


Christina N. @ 7:35 PM