Just screw me over a little bit more, please.
You guys, I've discovered that fate has this certain hate for me. Okay, can't go shopping for clothes tomorrow (which is something I need really bad) because my drunk ass mother lost her keys. SO THEREFORE, I have NO IDEA how I'm getting to school tomorrow either, and I have this paper to turn in and GOD DAMNIT. Mom spent all her money, so there would be none for me to get clothes with anyway.
And I woke up this morning and some random 20-some-year-old guy was standing in the kitchen, and I was like "Who are you" and he said "Dan." and I said "Where did you come from?" he said "A boat." Smartass...
I just wish I could be with you guys all the time, you guys make me feel good.
How am I gonna get home?