Last night confirmed my feelings about wanting to move halfway around the world. After about 11:00 anyway.
I was happy about Brandon being fucked up so he could tell us how he really felt. In the Taco Bell drive thru. But that fucking sick girl just decides to get out of her car and blow chunks everywhere. "Uh yeah, There's a really drunk girl outside your resturaunt, and its bothering me." Anyway, What Brandon told me made me feel good about myself. Minus the whole unreliable thing, but that didn't bother me because I know I'm unreliable.
Right now I hate weekends, they are a waste of my sweet time. Very frustrating, I wish it was Monday.
"Brandon, you're an idiot. What if there are people walking around? You better go so fucking fast..."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THERE PEOPLE IN THE HOLE HAVING A FUCKING CANDLE PARTY FOR?"
"I came back from vacation and the shitter overflowed. I walked into my kitchen and there was a fat turd, just chillin, IN MY KITCHEN!"
"I want a ham. OH, and those potato things. I'm so hungry. I'm not even stoned."