My brother. He hijacked the 360 and spirited it away to dad's while I was at my friend's party last night. That motherfucker.
So, now I'm sitting on the computer, typing a journal. I'm hungry, but I don't want to go upstairs and make something yet. Chances are, I'll keep surfing the net until Sarah calls. Oh shit. My phones upstairs.
Un momento, por favor.
Well, it's been fifteen minutes and a different computer, but now I've got my fucking phone. Mom's making biscuits and gravy, my girlfriend's slaving over a homework load that only the most brutal and sadistic of private lutheran schools can provide, and I'm sitting here, sipping on my c