So, I had plans today to go hang out with my best friend.. But her dad, being naziish, threw a hissy fit.. Apparently, I'm a bad influence... When he smokes weed with her and her friends... Not including me... But whatever, he can go fuck Larry for all I care. Larry's a nasty old pervert and I wish the dogs of hell upon him.. If hell even exists. Otherwise, I wish him a slow and painful death, where all the pain he's caused would return to him ten-fold. But that's just me. Tabby wants to burn his house down. So... I was supposed to have my money by 2:30... go turn on my phone and be in Seroba by 3... Unfortunately.. My money doesn't get in until 6:30... I could probably push it to be in by 4.. But we shall see.. I really don't want to anger anyone. But then... at 4 Lydia was supposed to take me to go pick up a pizza and then we were gonna go out to W.C. (cruppy ass place that I hate with a passion because it's a waste of space.... and you could wander for hours and still not get where you want to be... * walked 3 miles of W.C. and still didn't come to the end of it *) The plan is now to go into town.. pick up my money.. (hopefully at 4) Meet Lydia.. hang out for a bit and go to Krammits.. Spend the rest of the weekend in town.. There.. Feel priveledged.. Whoever reads this.. Are the only people to know exactly what I'm doing this weekend.. Everyone else just thinks I'm psycho and disapearing, as usual. hehe Hugs, Roxy