Fuck that indian man at walgreens. I go there pracitcally every day. Everyday since they opened I go to walgreens with my 19 i.d and get a pack of newports. Why, today, does the stupid fucken douche of an indian mother fucker have to verify that its my i.d? I guess since I dyed my hair, but whatever, I don't know her fucking adress because no one else really gives a shit if its me or not. I'm 17, its not like I'm a 10 year old walking in and asking for a pack. It's such bullshit, now I have to walk an extra block to the candy store to get cigarettes and their not open til 10.
I'm hungover and I don't want to go to work. I was such a mess last night. I was so fucking bored at FotAss's house. The last thing I want to do on a Saturday night is ruin my drunk and high watching some bullshit video game. Nicole slept half the night, so I spent most of the night in the bathroom entertaining myself or listening to my ipod.
I need new friends, not that those people are my friends. Nicole and Murph are my friends, everyone else are just people I know. I just need more friends.
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