Dier Blag Thräd,
Today (well, yesterday now, it's 2am) was payday! My friend and I picked up our checks and went to our respective banks, and then we hung out in town after depositing them. We went to Radio Shack, where I bought a soldering iron and some solder, and we ran into Jordan, That Girl I Made Out With. She decided to be really dumb and pretend she hadn't been really bitchy to me. All she wanted was for one of us to buy her a soda, but my friend and I weren't having any of it. He gave her his drink to take a sip from, though, and I got to make a joke to him about "Dude Davida if you drink from that after her... yeah dude enjoy your herp" and it really pissed Jordan off. She whipped her sunglasses down onto her face and stormed off with her annoying little gossip buddy.
The whole thing was reallly bad form on my part, I should really be more of a gentleman than that, but in her case I really don't care.
After Radio Shack, my homeboy and I went to the library, where we both got on computers. I ordered guitar parts (noiseless Telecaster pickups, a Gibson-style 3-way selector switch, new pots, and a graphite nut blank) and checked my mailz while he did his stuff. All I have left to order for my guitar hot-rodding project is a .047 capacitor, a nut filing kit, locking tuners, and a bit of wire.
Love,
Patrick
P.S. Loam, I have a buddy who works at Disneyland down in SoCal, and he has slept with the girls who work at the park as the Little Mermaid and Alice in Wonderland. Alice was in costume, too. Have fun with your destroyed childhood.