this freakin layout won't work right, to hell with it!
I have got to take better of myself when I drink. This is the second time I royally fucked up my hand. Me and Sam went to a bonfire for Carissa's 17th birthday and after everyone left I geuss we tried to keep the fire going and I don't remember what happened, just screaming and my hand looking diformed. But on the bright side, my fingerprints have melted off. I want to go to Indigo Room this weekend with Sam, he's fun to hang out with. I don't have to work on Thursday so maybe we'll go then. I almost got into a fight because my mom was picking me up from work and this kid said that she was hot and started talking about what he would do to her. Who does that?! That's like...when I hit on Carissa's moms exboyfriend. But he was really hot. Hmm. I still have like 10 beers left from the party. Apparently me and Sam were the only beer drinkers there, so it was pretty pointless for me to buy two cases. But now I can drink myself stupid.