I haven't eaten a single thing today, I've been saving myself for cold yummy beer.

I killed a lot of Beer ( Read more... )

I'll be 21 this saturday. I figured that anyone who still reads this are probably on good terms with me. So, you're all invited. Saturday, my mother's house in Prunedale. The usual drinking time, and don't invite any fuckheads.

Call me, see what's up.

I'm sick. Fucking whoo.

World of Warcraft is pretty cool.

It's 8:30am and I feel sick. I better not be pregnant.

I've been to the Hospital a few times this week for my dad. His leg is swollen from God knows what and his throat is all knotted. Other than that, my weekend went by in a blur. Go-fuckin-figure.

I'm hitting the sack, like now.

Last night was great. I forgot how wonderful it is to spend time with good friends. I miss my two best homies. It bums me out how everything has to change, we go seperate ways. I never thought it would happen, but I'm just glad that we've remained friends this whole time. Sixteen years or some bullshit like that ( Read more... )

I'm pulling my fucking hair out here. Four days, and I'm suffering from slept depravation. I do sleep, but it's short and restless. These nightmares are really fucking with me ( Read more... )

I sure hope people have pictures from last night. I'm drawing blanks when trying to remember how certain situations came about. Eric is STILL throwing up.