I'm "supposed" to be going to Florida on Thursday, but of course everything always seems to get fucked up for me. First, I call my dad and he tells me he doesn't know if he can/wants to go anymore, so that basically fucks up my mood. But then he tells me he would pay for me and Anthony to take a greyhound down there (so, I'm one happy camper again
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