Well, it's officially started again. I got to do my first peel out after shithead dirtbikers of the year. Then I got to fight w/ my mom over the gates, talk to the cops while high, and get no satisfaction. It must be spring!
I'm all hyper jazzed up now. I'm trying to organize my thoughts so they'll come out and mean something, but i'm just bipping around my own head. I'm super fight-or-flight, and i can't really do either.
Oh well, now i get to go get subs from Tommy :) Yay! No cooking for dinner. <3
