I'm grounded until the end of time. On the plus side, this guy I met? He's so sweet. His name is Michael Callahoun. Everybody calls him Mickey. He's from Australia and he owns this bar out by the old army depot, called the Wild Dingo. It was the funniest thing. I walked in and he was there, behind the bar, pouring a drink for somebody and just ( Read more... )

Here I thought that I'd get a break from stuff, but noooo. Not more than twenty-four freaking hours and...*sigh* I can tell this is going to be trouble. Well, I guess it just goes along with what people say: No rest for the wicked and the righteous don't (supposedly) need it...

I just hope this doesn't get me killed by the parental units...

So, I know I've been rather sparse the past few days...Life has been...interesting. And it's still that way, so don't expect me around much for a few more. I'm so tired right now I almost feel like crying...But you know what they say...No rest for the wicked...