| So, I'm not homeless yet. It seems Courtney will be staying with me for a little bit, and that will lead to me having a bit more money but also to me dying of alcohol poisoning. In the two nights she spent here, we managed to amass such a collection of 40s that Snoop himself would be put to shame. I have to say right now how much I love the Miller Brewing Company. Not only do they make the champagne of beers (High Life), they make the Rolls Royce of 40s (Magnum). And the place down the street that sells Magnums 3 for 5 dollars deserves a shoutout too. My brother is about to turn 15. He's starting high school. I seriously can't believe he has made it this far being the person he is. In my mind, he stopped growing at age 6 or so, and he may as well have done just that, because he is at about that age mentally. I seriously dislike my brother, he is ignorant and unwilling to listen to anything anyone has to say that could help him. Still, I hope that high school will go well for him, because it's rough, and as much of an asshole as he is, he isn't going to be able to take it. I really want a cinnabon right now. Oh man. Julie Hag sent me a gift card to the supermarket. Seriously, what an awesome awesome awesome girl. She is fucking amazing and I don't even really know her. I do know that she rules, though. That's about it. Life is hard. I keep wondering where the next setback will come from. But fuck it. I like Philadelphia. I'm not leaving. I still don't have a computer, so it'll be a while before you see another one of these. |
