For Christmas this year Santa got two cops to hassle me, a free breathalyzer test, the worst upset stomach I've ever had, and four hundred dollars in tickets.
New Years Resolution: Fuck alcohol!

My brain is so wishy washy and I totally hallucinated driving home because of my headache. blahblahblah. bad news bears.

As I was looking around my kitchen for food, I noticed pictures my brother took for school in the shape of Christmas ornaments. And then I noticed a bill for them: $76.89, which had my mothers signature on them. Cool. She refused to buy my graduation pictures because they were forty bucks ( Read more... )

Somehow sitting around and doing nothing became more important than education. I'm sucking lifes dick right now.

On another note, this will be mine for a day in two weeks:

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The days that I have been staying in this week have forced me to realize I love reality fashion shows and PSYCHOBILLY. Any man with a pomp and an upright, that's singin about graveyards and vampires, turns me on. Hey LA! Because of the fashion shows, I have turned my old Publix uniform into a fashion master piece ( Read more... )

Dear God almighty, I love my creative writing class. I have decided to take my latest short story and start writing a novel. No lie(s all love). Augusten Burroughs, here I come! You better watch yo ass ( Read more... )

Dear Florida ( Read more... )

Considering the amount that I had to drink tonight, I thought I should probably go pee when I had a bathroom in site; however, I just realized we went all over the Christmas trees.

So... I just spent the last six hours in the hospital.

I saw someone die on my way home from Johnny's house last night. The man was on the ground, about sixteen feet from his car. The cops weren't even there yet.

I went home and cried for like forty hours.