Yeah, so I'm 22. Living at home, answering phones at a pizza place, not going to school because I can't walk there. I'm just feeling like a real success here.
On an upnote or two, though, there were a few nice things about my birfday.
Also, Dave bought me a fifth of vodka. Polar Ice, naturally, from the displaced Canadian homo alcoholic.
For some reason Scott Thompson is on the ol' Dermil & Groog.
I'm in the mood to write, but I can't because I'm not in the mood.