In the Dumpster
Yea uh... not having a great weekend. More poo on the pile. Dang, I really don't feel like typing it all out on here. I don't know where the heck Sara went either so it makes it worse not being able to talk to her. I haven't talked to her in like 3 or 4 days on the phone. This is TORTURE. All I've heard is grumbly voicemails thanks to Skype, but hey it's free right? All I could make out was some crap about "intestines". WTF? When you don't hear any of the usual "I love you's" it makes you sick... it's sure that way for me!
Time to have a party alone with my shadow and me. Rockin.
Time to have a party alone with my shadow and me. Rockin.