Smoking a pack of my mom's minty cigarettes that I found. Blaaahhh.

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I cant' find my My Hotel Year shirt. That's all I want to wear. I searched every drawer in my house looking for it. It's nowhere to be found. I'm stuck here with no shirt on.... Where the hell is it???

Erin or Kel-c, whoever reads this first:
Come get me. My mom isn't home and won't be till tonight... But I want to come over. Wired.....

I got a new live journal. It's alwaysthelast. Add me.

I'm really happy right now.

Great boy.
Great friends.
An empty house.
And still a few cigarettes.

I need a cigarette.
My mom needs to leave.

I want to leave... again.
Where are you guys at?

"Hey, Mom. It's 10:45, and I need to, uhhhh, get my bike out of the garage because we want to go on a late night bike ride... No. Wait! I need a turkey. Not my bike, I need a turkey...."

I realized something last night. I haven't really been sleeping at my house much this summer because I'm usually at Lynn's. So I stayed home last night because I had to. It was nice to sleep in my own bed again but as I was laying there, even though I was really tired, I just couldn't fall alseep. I think that it's hard for me to sleep by myself ( Read more... )