It`s a good year for a murder

Feeling: exhausted
Blahhh. Finally have more than one day off in a row. WTF am i going to do with myself?! lol. Went to the bar last night. Me and my brother STILL aren't talking from our war last sunday. He was a fucking twatwaffle all night to me. Oh well. I'm done caring. He can kiss my ass. And so can his little friend. ;-] Ended up getting pissed at the bar, and just dipped the fuck out - in the pouring rain. Got about halfway home when Mike called, and he came and found me and drove me home. Kinda pissed Josh off, but made up for it. Drank about 90% less than what I normally do. lol. Good times. Camera = Broke Dara = Pissed! Some black lady booked a party. Told us she was going to have everyone in her party arrive an hour early because "if not, they'll show up on colored people time". HAHA. Good times. In fucking PAIN today. The right side of my stomach hurts, my left hip hurts AGAIN, my shoulders, my neck, my back, my head, my throat. I'M FREAKING DYING. the end. la la la .. and i'm stupid and i freaking miss him. i can't help it. apparently we're supposed to hang out on sunday. we'll see. because i dont know how i'll handle being "just friends". =[
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