don't you love when you have plans for your day and instead you take a fat 4 hour nap in the middle of it?
yea. so do i.
i have such a strong urge to get tattooed. holy crap. i'm glad i'm not a slave to my impulses. hopefully i'll be able to get out of this stupid financial rut and get that shit soon enough. i basically need 300 to get my car fixed and 200 to pay those fucking state taxes, then the grass will be a lot greener.
it's 10'o'clock and the question is should i get all dressed and what not or should i bum it around the house for a few more hours? leah invited me to the charcoal house but i hate driving in this weather as it is, fuck even trying if i get a drink in me. thre's no point to going to a bar and staying sober though. dammit why can't ashlee simpson let me borrow her limo? personal driver, i've been waiting.
i saw my momma and the kids earlier and made chorizo. that is the best shit.
brendan hadn't showered in 2 days, what a nice reminder that he really is 13 and turning into a teenage boy. SCARY.
eh. late.