Current mood:	Tired as Fuck
Current music:	Against Me! -- Baby, I'm an Anarchist

Wow
Let me tell you a bit about my night.

I was supposed to hang out with Cindy, Bobby, Rob, Melli, and Toast, but Melli and Toast never called me back. I picked up Sid and Bobby, but then we had to go home for my mom could use the car to get a pizza. It took her FIVE FUCKING HOURS. So Rob got sick of waiting and went to bed. By the time she finally got home, it was 12:00. BUT, her car had a flat, a flat that she didn't even notice. It was so bad that we had to call AAA. By the time they got there it was almost 1:00, but we left anyway.

We went on a mission to buy my little brother a Playboy magazine. Apparantly, no 711 in MIchiagan sells them, but we finally found one at a Cirlce K. Before that we decided to see how far Fort Street goes. Apparantly it goes all the way to downtown Detroit...we pointed out black people. (We're not racist, but we wanted to get shot).

Then I took them home. Now it's almost 4:30. We were going to get drunk, but by the time we got out of the house it was already past last call. Fuck that shit. Tomorrow night we shall get wasted.

And that, my friends, was my night.

Cheers.