at Kylie's
Well....I'm at Kylie's....obviously. This morning i woek up and i was really cranky aka firey hot with anger. I re-cleaned my room and threw a bunch of shit out and then cleaned my parents bathroom....it was fun....not. Then i called kylie and she said i could come to her house and then, my parents said they couldnt drive me because i was being mean. So i said "I'm leaving this hell hole!" and stormed outside and fell a foot into the snow. It was gay because i was trying to be all pouty and angry and cool. but i jsut looked liek a dumbass and my dad laughed at me. So i walked around the block and realized that no one cool lives in mount brydges so i gave up and went inside. My dad's friend came over and gave me a ride to kylie's. To my enjoyment, Kylie's driveway wasn't shoveled or blowed. So i ran into her house in running shoes. YAY. We went to Tim Hortons to get my paycheck. Cashed it in (it was only $150 because of these fucking shoes i had to order for work) then went to the Kenwick mall and partied it up with Pud in the aptly named Kenwick Restaurant. Kylie spotted Pud from accross the room and i jumped and said where and knocked the table over. It was so funny. Kylie almost pissed herself. We phoned around and tried to get some weed but couldnt find any so we gave up and went back to Kylie's. And now..here we are! and thats all she wrote.....bitch.