what's going on...
current mood: blah
current song: Kid Elrich - Away
Hazel and I still aren't talking. These are the ways of breaking up.
My dad has been hounding me about the chair. Says I need a newer, better, faster one. I want to tell him to get it through your head that to be the next Michael Jordan, you need working legs, but I can't seem to get the words outta my mouth.
And Craig is still depressed. Well, okay, when isn't he depressed, really? Either way, guy needs to find his balls and just tell her already. 'Her' being the proverbial 'her', of course. I have no specific 'her' in mind. None at all.
I guess that's all for now. I'm out.