| 12:11p |
/goes to turn up music, slides computer chair in front of my laptop/
Well, well. I have arrived. No matter how many people's asses I kicked, no matter how many tattoos I get, no matter how many threats I spew at my parents, I still have to make them look good, oops, I mean proud at the end of the day. My folks must really hate me; they send me to this cookie cutter university to 'straighten out'. Eh. I guess it's better than jail. I know someone here from back home, one of my old best friends actually, but I wonder if he turned into a bitch ass like my brother, going to this institution of higher learning. I guess we'll see.
/looks at a picture of two young boys on my shelf, then at a picture of a small family. sneers and clicks the update button/ |