I Dance Quarters On The Window Sill.

This morning is awkward. The night was awkward. I just really live an awkward, semi-sad, nicotine stained life... I like it.

This kid named Dustin came over to my house to hang out with Billy and we all ended up talking about random lame shit like alcohol, cigarettes, presidents, how John McCain is actually the dehydrated clone of George Bush, and other such nonsensities. We watched Ong-Bak while I drank MD 20/20 and yelled at the screen, calling bullshit incessently throughout the movie for Tony Jaa's Matrix-esque moves.

I'll tell you something kids, it's not a great idea to try to sample all the different wines, beers, vodkas, and whiskeys in your house... Just don't do it... unless supervised by the toilet, a bucket, or a towel on the floor. I'm just going to say that.

I'm still up now, waiting for my mom to get up to go to the doctor, so I can find out if she's going to take me or if I'm going to have to take the bus. See, I would drive there myself, but I'm technically not allowed to drive ever because I have panic attacks behind the wheel and end up slamming into a ditch... luckily, no one was even remotely hurt in that accident because my grandmother's car is made out of Croatian tank parts. I'm sort of hoping I get to take the bus so I can people watch and play the "Try to not get your head cut off by an insane Asian man" game.

If I look for pictures of Lawton all I find is pictures of clean buildings, gorgeous hillsides, and general wholesomness... Whatever, we all know Lawton is full of ghetto ass wanna-be gangbangers, hood rats, gutter skanks, tricks, bitches, sluts, and teenage girls waiting to get impregnated by a GI so they can have there whole life set on military pay... Ah, makes me long for it soo much.

I really need to shower, I smell like rancid beef stew from sitting on the porch in this humidity for most of the morning.