Son of a biotch
Did I mention, I hate life? I just do. Nothings been going quite right. For instance....tonight, I was having a wonderful time at austins, we were as one might say, "toasting marshmallows" not really, I lied, but anyway we were watching a movie, and, graceful me, I get a flipping bloody nose for flipping 45 minutes. It was grand. I got blood all over my shirt. Then when I went to left, the worse thing you could ever imagine happening, happened. It was bad. I (yes me) am so embarassed I'm never going to tell anyone. Laura, no matter how much you torture me, this time this means you too. It wasnt even funny. Ugh, me being graceful again, my car wouldnt start. So we sat there for 10 minutes trying to figure out why, and then hes like "do you have it in park?" "well duh austin, im not a freaking id.," "oh...right" YEAH. Thats me. Be proud. I'm going to go crawl into a hole and eat chocolate now.