My dad took me to see Katie's grave a few days ago (which I haven't seen since her funeral) and I had a major breakdown. I cried so much I couldn't stand.. Which is a challenge anyways because my leg is injured.After that I sorta felt acceptance and like.. I could move on.

Yesterday was my friend Parker's 19th birthday, we got so wasted. We stole Rum and a fireball mickey from his parents room and we went to the park, I had 7 shots of rum and 4 shots of the Fireball's.... Dude I couldn't see straight and my speech was UBER slurred. We eventually got hungry so we went to this Jewish bakery down the street, Parker was yelling "I want a ham and cheese sanwich" which is funny because Jewish peeps (yeah I just said peeps) don't eat pig (or whatever) so we went to 7 11 and had what he called "panini's" but... They were ham and chesse sanwiches ¬.¬

It took us like 2 hours to walk like 5 blocks, Parker kept falling over and telling us he needed to sit down for 10 minutes. We were too drunk to go home so we stayed in a cheap hotel underneath the Burrard St. Bridge. Parker sat in the washroom and he told us stories.. Stupid stories, but we found them fucking hilarious in the hotel... But then he started repeating the stories... And it got annoying. The next morning we went to Denny's and got free brekkie. We were all to sick to eat it, but c'mon it's free. I must've goten home at around 7:00.. I had a 2 hour sleep. So I'm pretty tierd. 

Anyways, there's alot more to it.. I had to leave some out (too graphic for your virgin ears)