It's all gooooood.
YEAH.
SO last night, or yesterday, rather I decided I needed to get out of the house to avoid the unhappiness. I came up with several options, and had a nice, wide selection.
However, I was tired of hiding from everything, and was hating all the negativity, and silence goin' down.
Nick was sleeping, and everybody else was gone, except Lauren and I. So, I sat my butt down on the couch and we talked for a good long time. It was better. A lot better, and just made me feel calm. I'm so glad we're not fighting anymore. And I'm so glad I fixed it.
Ended up eating bomb enchiladas Fed made, and then going out clubbing with Fed. Naturally, my feet fucking died, but it's all good.
Also, through the miracle of good vibes, freakin' Nathan Bolt wrote on my wall. Haha, it was just amusing, because Lauren wanted me to call him, and I didn't, and then he just magically had written on my wall. Nice.
After clubbing, I pretty much passed out on my bed. It felt goooood. I was so tired. the first time I woke up they were getting ready, and the second time they were gone. Boo hoo. I thought they would say goodbye to me. Maybe they did, and I just didn't hear it, damn.
Anyway, this place is a fucking disaster, and I have work from 3:15 'till 8, so I know what I'm doing for my Saturday night. Oh yeah.
SO last night, or yesterday, rather I decided I needed to get out of the house to avoid the unhappiness. I came up with several options, and had a nice, wide selection.
However, I was tired of hiding from everything, and was hating all the negativity, and silence goin' down.
Nick was sleeping, and everybody else was gone, except Lauren and I. So, I sat my butt down on the couch and we talked for a good long time. It was better. A lot better, and just made me feel calm. I'm so glad we're not fighting anymore. And I'm so glad I fixed it.
Ended up eating bomb enchiladas Fed made, and then going out clubbing with Fed. Naturally, my feet fucking died, but it's all good.
Also, through the miracle of good vibes, freakin' Nathan Bolt wrote on my wall. Haha, it was just amusing, because Lauren wanted me to call him, and I didn't, and then he just magically had written on my wall. Nice.
After clubbing, I pretty much passed out on my bed. It felt goooood. I was so tired. the first time I woke up they were getting ready, and the second time they were gone. Boo hoo. I thought they would say goodbye to me. Maybe they did, and I just didn't hear it, damn.
Anyway, this place is a fucking disaster, and I have work from 3:15 'till 8, so I know what I'm doing for my Saturday night. Oh yeah.