So i'm sitting here wondering how it is that Dara is supposed to get ahold of me or visa verca. Based on wether or not she got my msgssssszzzzzzz last night, It's 9:54 and she said the shitz was at 10, so i doubt she's hommmmeee. Blah. i've been awake basically all night, im retarded stoned out of my mind, just sitting here listening to the rolling stones. There's noone to talk to, i can't really call anybody at 10am due to the lack of AVALIBLE friends. There's nothing on tv, im tired of playing video games. So i'm forced to sit here and think(which is never good). im thinkin of leavin this dude here and just going for a walk. i will at roughly 10:30ish. i ran into a whole shitload of people at fuckin subway last night. My dumbass hauled three fuckin kids because dude wouldnt just sit there and look at them for an hour. so i get there and see bryan wit cierra standing outside (with their own infant in tow), and fuckin Jess' sexy ass sittin between the doors, ill get ahold of her soon enough. so i make her hold luke while i smoke a cigarette and rolla joint in the bathroom, yeah it really took me back. Apparently chad was passed out drunk in his fagyellow truck behind the store. God damnit i shoulda took that picture. whatever. So after spilled ice cream, spilled water, watching as nicole and jess just cleaned up after the kids..yeah that was great, like fuckin robots. sexy, underage robots..yeah, i collapsed with luke in my arms, uhhh, thats it. went home. and luke decided to play with his feces, that was a real buzzkiller. I've hit Steele in the face with 9 of 11 empty cigarette packs, that's fuckin incredible accuracy. Somebody sign me. other then that..anti-flag is what's goin on, ill see yinz later. p.s. i see that sit is a little choppy this morning, next to not letting me view my friends, timing out my entries, and unchecking private entries when edited, it's only a minor problem. But hey, at least you're not Tom. I NEED A RIDE.