Mmmmm.... *drools like Homer* Billie Joe ... Mmmmm.... (Nothing came to mind. Shut up. :p)
I really need to take up a hobby or something. All I do is sit on my ass, either being on here or watching TV. Or riding my bike, which still counts as sitting I would guess, but riding my peice of shit that they call a bike doesn't last very long at all.
Last Sunday I went to Kentucky with my mom to a Memorial Day barbecue thing. She went with her boyfriend, Pat, it was at his parents house. The only reason why I went is in hopes of getting drunk, which I got my wish. I got shit-faced, so did my mom. I don't really remember coming home. Just some things I do remember, that I am kind of ashamed of, but I had a good time so fuck it...
1. Woke up the next morning looking for my shoes but to no avail. Later found out I left them there.
2. 3 younger kids, one of which was Pats son, thought I was sooooo cool. To bad they were to young to know any better.
3. I pulled my pants down a couple times, for absolutely no reason at all (it wasn't around any little boys, or nothing I don't think I am that perverted..), just being the dumbfuck that I am.
4. Called LeeAnna and told her I missed her and started crying.
5. Kept telling Pats son (PJ) that he was cute, giving him kisses on the cheek and shit, and somehow I managed to get them (the kids...) all to think 'Green Day Rocks!! *high five*'. It was a proud moment. I was letting them listen to 1,039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours on my walkman even, so they had a little bit of Green Day knowledge I suppose.
Probably more shit I just can't remember. I just know I started talking to the people that were closer in my age when I got drunk. That is the only time I'm actually a bit social. Jesus, I just realized how pathetic this sounds. Time to put this under a cut, hopefully nobody who is to judgmental reads this.