someone tell me a funny story or something :(
its 2:46 am. just got home. its always awkward when you talk to your parents all drunk like WHY CANT YALL JUST BE ASLEEP WHEN I GET HOME?!?! gotta deal with all these questions like “where were you and shit” like ughh i just wanna do wanna do hood rat things with my friends!!!!! geez. gotta get my own place. -_-
im tired of all this mexican food. fuck, where are the pork chops and the mashed potatoes!?!
came in today <3
i ate shit too many times but oh well.
gotta ride every day.
without having to kick people out or cuss at anyone. i dont feel like such an asshole anymore :)
being heart broken and intoxicated dont mix. today was supposed to be great.
just so i don’t bore y’all with my life on this one.
which really means cycles of 5-10 mins of actual work and 15-25 mins of tumblr/facebook >)