life

[reddeathphantom]

ok, so last night, for me, was a blast! First off, Mimms snuck out some rum and I snuck out some vodka and we met up at First Night with Zane and my friend garrett and we spiked out pepsi's (zane is no longer a virgin to alcohol!). MMMMMM, MMMMM, GOOD! Yeah, plus we spiked them while there were four cops not 60 feet away. Awesome! Yes, yes, yes. Then the four of us, after spending 3 or so hours at First Night and surviving an attack from Andrew Britt, drove to Monica Willard's house for a kickass time of Beyond Balderdash and Catch Phrase (in which my team, the team the consisted of three people who didnt know how to play and one who did, one both games). Then Garrett and I sped back to his house in time to watch the ball drop. It was fun. Then we attempted to stay up all night, fueled by the shitload of pepsi and mountaindew we drank. Garrett made it until 8a.m. and I made it until 9a.m., then we crashed...hard. All in all, at least i thought, it was a good night.
However, i guess someone thought otherwise but didnt tell anyone and now i am really worried about this person. This person just seems to keep getting more depressed everyday despite my efforts to help them break out of their funk and be happy with themself for awhile. Oh hell, Zane, I am worried about you. I really need you to talk to me and open up so that we can solve some of these issues you have. keeping them balled up inside is only damaging you. So please, please talk to me.
P.S. I just ate a very good ham sandwich, you all missed out. Sucks to be you.