Well it seems like I find that everyday that passes on I seemed to feel a little bit better...thats really not saying much but w/e... yesterday I worked from 5 to 9 lastnight... one of our employees quit on us in the middle of her shift and then her boyfriend came down and tried to fight me but he was so coked out that he didnt know what the fuck he was saying, I wanted to kick his ass so bad but we were so busy and there were customers inside the building that were all watching us(and I work for my dad so if I fought him, my dad would seriously kill me)...then I heard there was about to be a fat fight between Lq and PD and since I've been so mad lately that I felt like hitting someone, I went down there to fight...unfortunately I had my brass knuckles in my regular pants and not in my car and I was wearing my work pants....Mike gave me a lighter instead and those suck..lol. LQ I guess pussed out and like only 4 guys from there side showed and like so a couple guys fought and thats it...It was a waste of my time...so mike and I meant a bunch of friends at a parking lot and we just had some beer...It was nice cuz the beer shhteve got had like almost 9% alcohol...Thats my life...I'm so excited because tomorrow I;'m going to san diego with mike and my sister and were gonna go party all night there and in mexico..I'm gonna get my piercing there hopefully if im shit faced enough...then from the 16th to like the 20th Im going up north to get my tattoo from my cousin...I'm pumped...my sister says if I'm really shit faced that I shouldnt be surprise if I wake up the next with my nipples pierced but hope she doesnt let me do that...