Nothing really specific happens here
i have nothing to do tonight and no one reads my shit anyways so what the fuck does it matter what i write, well my folks are going to be on there way back from tennesse here pretty quick and im lost in thought of what i should do, i dont want to go home (because of the most recent events) and i dont have any where else to go cause ive burned all my damn bridges with everyone. its only when the knife starts lookin real damn friendly that i get all tripped out and start talking to myself and shit. well well well what have we here mr leonard is feeling bad for him self eh. well i fucking hate mr leonard i fuckin hate em and hes me. im sure that gave you an idea on me and my dumb shit i does. FUCKIN' A