kyle got stranded last night, so we went to pick up baby brotha. I wasn't allowed to drive, so i sat in the passenger seat. I got so anxious when they asked me to pick the music, and looked like an idiot. I panicked over music haha. we came back home and the party was over. i felt disrespected later on in the night, but oh well. I did get,
"You! You're the important one!"
yelled at me, and it definately made my night. So, thank you bobcat.



I spoke to Jake last night, and am wondering what he really feels about the whole girlfriend breakup thing. I'm hoping he's as fine as he tells me. I don't really question that, but you know it's easiest to hide. I want to visit home so badly, it's been too long.



we're venturing off to dc today in hopes of washing some richmond dirt off of our skin. I'm just trying to get the fuck away for a while. I've lost my phone momentarily i believe, which is a fucking bummer. I'm going to veg out today and probably get another tattoo. FUCK MY BANK ACCOUNT.