Well anyway, everyone thinks I’ve had too many drinks to be making a blog post; I haven’t made one for two months, and I, for some odd reason, all-of-a-sudden feel compelled to make a blog post. Bradleigh informs me that I’m too drunk to be making one, but I’ve only had a very insignificant amount, so I’m pretty damn sure I’m okay

So anyway, the funniest thing happened before. I think it’s funny, but hmm. It’s uhh… Probably not eyy? Haha. Anywho, before we (the people tagged in this post) were talking about DTF. And for a few minutes everything was ok, discussion was going as normal. Then, we exclaim that DTF means ‘Down To Fuck’ and brad’s like WTF MAN? and we’re totes like, yeah man thats true. BUT THEN BRAD’S ALL LIKE OMG MAN, I THOUGHT IT WAS ‘DOOMED TO FAIL!’ hahahhahaha.

MORAL OF THIS SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN (STORY) is that Bradleigh Holcombe suckssssss.

I’ve been making this blog post have worse and worse grammar as time goes on. Funny that eyy?

Anywho, recents developments being; Making a bitching website for Michelle, my gorgeous girlfriend, mother; Working like a dawg at Image Direct; Being a total gangsta DJ; Pulling SAC (mini exam) scores out of my ass (no classwork, no study, 80%+ scores easily); And just generally having a super awesome time.

My DJ Ubiquity album is up to like five songs; Bradleigh and I have two plus awesome projects coming up, to be released in the next few months (although now that I’ve blogged about them they’ll never actually happen ) and I really think life is fantastic.

Also I love Michelle she’s like… Super cool awesome-dudely.