and sometimes the quiet screams back
ok so i am back from mexico and it's been a wild few days now i guess. it was 80 when i left mexico, only to arive in chicago to 23 degrees of cold hell. so then i talk to my mother (yay) and she informs me my cousin rosemarry died or cancer and i have to be at the wake and the funeral because she won' be shown up by my aunt linda (the big ugly bitch) so i talk my way out of the wake and just to be at the funeral wed in the morning. so i sit dow to plan my first night back and a friend of mine is bored and down so yeah i invite her over for dinner, and clubbing. we hung out talked watched the video for hurt ala johnny cash. then shawn called and informed me he wanted to go out too. so we met up and went to spy bar. that sucked ass, i mean really sucked. and then i went home. the end of that day. woke up and hun out with psycokitty today. had fun watched tv. then hung out at fire practice. i'm kinda worried that a friend of mine isn't dooing too well so i call her and she seemed alive so i decided to but my nose out of her life because i don't want to piss her off. so yeah then went to neo... it sucked. drank alot though. and then went and played illuminati. now i am at my parents getting ready for the funeral in the AM so yeah i'm kinda lonely and would love to cuddle with someone. oh well good night. i havn't been alone in a week i feel weird