Holy Shinto, I forgot that you all cared about my life so much.

No, I didn't fall off the face of the world (sorry kids). Besides, it's not the end of the world yet, considering we all know that if I fell off the face of the world, that would be the sign of THE END OF THE WORLD. (Of course, if you take into account that it's logically possible for someone to fall off the face of the world, which in turn, is not possible at all because we have learned that the world is not flat circa the year 24. Fucking tards. Fuck the people who use the expression "falling off the face of the world". Actually fuck everyone but me. Fuckers.

I guess I can fill everyone in on what's up with my awesome life (a better life than yours, kidding. Kind of. No really, kidding...kind of.)

I think the biggest thing in my life that has destroyed my universe is this fact: THE ATLANTA FALCONS LOST TO ARIZONA LAST WEEK. Dang it. I guess it's okay though because we all know they were just video taping all of Smith's football signals. A holes.

Anybody got anything sweet for Christmas? Here's a dozy, Alex (my brother) got me an I-Home. I got him a dope ass pair of shoes. On Christmas Eve I showed him the shoes, he showed me the I-Home. We switched the two gifts and wrapped them fancy with bows. It was cute. I'm an artist when it comes to wrapping Christmas presents. So in short, I bought myself a new pair of shoes. Sweet.

I'm Facebook offically dating Emily Boyd. SCORE. Totally not pulling out. Kidding.

I'm lazy to keep typing, besides me and the bros are watching Pineapple Express. SCORE.

Here's a picture of some of us from our New Years Eve Party. PaARrrRttTTTYyYy OnNNn.




Loving break,
A-Lo