most of my time has been spent in a holey cashmere sweater that i refuse to throw away. as of now i have been up for 30 hours straight. let’s just say i’m going thru withdrawls. calm, quiet withdrawls.

in these hours i drank mega-mosas outside with little sister and her boy. i was told by, let’s say a “freedom fighter” that there is nothing as attractive as a girl who knows what she wants. “good thing i dont know what i want.” got drunk enough to start handing out 20’s of my christmas money stash for molotov cocktails. not a drink. the real thing. found out my dad needs surgery on his right knee and ankle. got sad about it. he can be a jerk 75% of the time but a hero is a hero. busted a tire on a busy street. had a guy ask if i needed help. found out he had been behind me for 2 whole minutes before asking me again if i needed help and informed me that i am supposed to jack up the car before loosening the nuts. slammed the wrench in his hands and told him to knock himself out and sat on the asphalt to finish my makeup. drove on flat spare for atleast 10 miles. drove around with little sister and her boy to get me a new tire. had the backseat confession that i recieved the ‘true blood’ book series for christmas without asking and was very very happy about it. felt guilty because i make fun of twilight kids to no end. adamantly protested against me being a fan-girl almost to the point of tears i was so exhausted. watched history of sex on history channel. i am scared. scared that i am going to hell. and now im going to bed.