Don't call my fucking house at 1:30 in the morning to prank me and wake up my sick parents. You stupid bitch.

New Years '08. Weird night. I'm now grounded because of it, but I can't act like I really care. What do I do in my free time anyway?

I am counting down the days that I move to Athens.

Ughhh.

Bad Day.

bad day: a day describe in no other way as shitty. Not even the soothing sounds of a classic Bob Segar song (heh) could make me not want to smash my face into a brick wall. This kind of day can even start out as a good day, but can very easily become shit. I have these a lot and it is pretty obvious when it is one of these days.

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I wonder how many times I can screw up before I get fired.

There's a cute boy named Greg. I like him.

Do I just enjoy being miserable?

I let him so far into my head. He's like this creature crawling around in my skull, trying to claw its way out. And I don't have enough headache medicine.

 The man from Afghanistan has made some serious changes to the RV.

This is my kind of weather.