lets get fucked up and die
first things first:
my phone died in the car accident.
yes i got in a car accident, it sucks, my car is squashed/dead/totaled,
i'm tired of telling the story...i'm okay though.
i've got some cuts/scrapes/bruised ribs/bruised everything/muscle tears in my neck is as far is it goes.
it's hard to breathe, it hurts to do practically everything, it's emotionally draining, but i'm okay.
i'm okay. i got vicodin. lots of it :]
and thanks to everyone who made sure i was okay and stuff. it meant a lot of me.
but to the point, i don't have anyone's phone numbers. so comment me.
i also need a roomate. i need to get an apartment really quick.
i'm respsonsible and i'll be clean and bladdy blah blah.
if i can't find one in kingwood, i might just move to austin.
i really want to get the fuck out of here.
i dont' know how many times i have said that.