Post #200

This should be monumental or something, but it is not. I went and saw Cop Out and got some fucking chicken nachos so it was a fun night. I got home today to my father's nonsense story about his endeavors in life because I always seem to miss so much when I'm gone for a day. I don't really feel like going to work tomorrow because I love my bed way too much. I'm trying to figure out what I've done to piss so many people off lately. Unanswered texts and IM's aren't my idea of being a 'friend' for long. My left eye is twitching now, it's probably the beginning of a heart attack from last night's chicken nachos and tonight's bacon.