okay so this story all began when my mother bought a new washing machine and new washing machine soap and then washed all my clothes.
So then tonight i have some dream about some girl that i happen to fall in love with and she has a house on the water under some wooden stairs and she likes ant bots and we were looking at this egypt action figure who turned into a mummy and looking for a building downtown and she was on some tv show before. not actually on tv but in my dream she was.
anyway so then i could like smell her in my dream, then i wake up and then i smell the smell of this dream girl.
which turned out to be the smell of my shirt, the shirt that has just been washed.
So last night i was sleeping taking in the smell of this t-shirt and hallucinating about girls who smell like the new washing machine soap.
i will never trust washing machine soap again.

i am watching the secret life of cereal and i fucking love bread and i fucking waxed my suburban and it looks fucking brand new and i havent fucking biked in two days and on fucking tuesday those fucking two girls are coming for a week and i am so fucking angry and i vow to not spend one fucking second in the house that i dont have to and they fucking sleep down fucking here so i wont even be able to go onto the fucking computer after 10 what the fuck is that fuck fuck fuck i fucking hate this fucked up shit holy fuck. commercial be right back. ok so i am 100% pissed off by the fact those fucking kids are coming. last two times they have came my left turned into a week of me being fucking angry and annoyed at every second of the fucking day. the only fucking good thing about today is grand fucking slam was on and 100% accuracy during the numbers and logic round. and he got asked 7 questions. it was david by the way from 21. it was fucking intense, and ogi ogus won and will be facing david. i am rooting for ogi. i get the fucking night off but i almost wish i didnt because i want to get out of the fucking house and it is fucking raining so i cant even fucking go for a bike ride. i am so fucking pissed. at 12:27 i am fucking annoyed and feel so god damn cooped up i want to get the fuck out of this house. i am so fucking mad kink is on and i am not even going to fucking watch it.

not even pictures of lauren toyota will cheer me up tonight fucking paper routes for fuck sakes i am so fucking tired

i dont know how much longer i can stay up till 5 o clock plus i have to drink coffee which i hate more than anything on the planet but my sprocket i won came and it is 1:06 and i decided not to shower however being a paper boy is pretty official
oh and i am almost positive i saw the mysterious asian girl from calculus agnus, because i noticed her very distinctive walk

lauren toyota
i will start every post with a lauren photo until i run out
did i mention she was perfect
oh and i am a paper boy now
well for a week
so if you live in the westhill area by the golf course get ready to have your mail delivered by layne rieger

lauren toyota
perfect.
nothing to report
at 13:26
i fucking hate having hair

lauren toyota
i think this is the worst tv crush to date
however in my defense
when one spends all their time in their basement the only girls they see are the ones on tv
so it seems only natural i would develop so many television girl crushes

the amazing x handed man
with the ability to lose all respect from everybody
his only weakness is wine coolers
he also enjoys finger painting
and pretending to be on the telephone by using two fingers close to his ear

first boobs posted on laynesworld
holla!
(perfect monday night content)

oh scott
instead of letting my anger go to waste
i will walk in your foot steps
and write a diss song just like you
even if i am not jewish