I miss Cedar Park. I have no life, I don't talk to ANYONE anymore.
512-996-9188 if anyone needs to get ahold of me, since I'm never around anymore.
Probation's stressful as hell, like always. I need a car, I need a job... same old shit.
I got an assult charge on Sunday. It was bullshit.
I have like a million community service hours from that MIC.
I don't have much of a life anymore. Eric, school, Eric, school... that's it. But I'm not complaining.
It's Thanksgiving, and usually I fucking HATE Thanksgiving, but this year it's not so bad.
Eric and I stayed at Kevin's last night. Played poker on the new poker table. We stayed up fighting all night, like always. But then we made up watching the sunset over the lake on the hood of Kevin's car. Beautiful. Ate lunch with my dad.
Eric and Kevin are in the living room watching the game. It was pissing me off, so I left the room. We're getting our fucking asses kicked. Dallas was doing so good this season too! They'll catch up by half time though. I'm sporting my Dallas jersey and everything, man.
It's half time, and we're tied, 14 to 14. GO COWBOYS, GO!
My computer's still crashed. It's been like two months. I'm going through withdrawls.