los angeles, i'm yours
This weekend felt like it lasted forever. Probably because I didn't go to work on Monday like a lazy ass. Friday night, my little brother had a kick back at our dad's because he was out of town and fuck! I wish that kid would listen to me once in awhile. I mean, I am 5 years older than him. He's 15, I'm 20. I kept telling him he needed to calm down with the brew because you can't be too drunk at your own party because he needed to watch the house. But nooo, I walk in and he's screaming Pink Floyd at the top of his lungs, some friends are making out in the other living room, there's beer everywhere because they stole around seven cases, and Ian is obviously already faded. Then some kids older than him come over and when I go outside they're smoking him out. 10 min later and the boy is down. He stayed in bed for the rest of his "kickback." Joe and I clowned on him the rest of the night, what a noob! Saturday I basically had the entire day to myself because my boyfriend went to visit Mario in Rancho, what butt buddies. So I went to Rockognized with Cielo, Alyssa, Jason, and Willie. I always have a good time with these kids. We danced the night away and made friends. I wish my bf liked to dance, that would be ideal!! Too bad. The next day I hung out with them again + Chieko at Christine's pool. Got faded and then went to John's party to see the old gang. I've missed them. Yesterday I stayed home from work and slept for 15 hours. Felt bomb. And it's official, my pasty ass cannot get a tan. It's embarrassing.
Crap, I still have to scan our other picture.