Right

you're right.
we nearly never fought.
actually, i don't remember fighting until the last time.
you say this is up to me?
really?
i wouldn't give me that power.
we have to work together on this.
after my mother "thinks it over" of course.
she suddenly seems to think that she can control who i'm friends with.
daddy thinks i should invite you over.
mom thinks i need to be sure you're not on drugs anymore.
i think we should talk first.

my aim won't open.
its sorta pissing me off.

i have pain on my hands.
the most fun i've had doing a project in a while. (:
it's sorta distracting me from thinking.
i like when that happens.
is that why people get high?
to be distracted?

i feel as though i haven't checked my MySpace in days.
when was the last time i checked that thing?
i should probably do that.

so...
i just got asked what time i'd be home on friday?
3?
like always?
"Good. Paul's dropping Dayton off."
Paul's doing what now?
I have to babysit an 8 year old.
Wanna help me?

haha
just kidding.
all he needs is pits and horse shoes and we're good.
no watching needed (: