My friend Chris (Who I used to go to school with but now lives in Bishop, CA) hops online on Friday around 11pm and tells me to stay up until 4am because him and a couple friends are driving up.

I'm nervous as all hell, I haven't seen him in 2-3 years and I'm running around like a chihuahua with its dick cut off.

I fall asleep around 2 and I get a call at 3:45am saying they're in town. So, I get up and continue doing my chihuahua routine and they finally show up.

Wow, he sure as hell changed, that's for damned sure heh. So, we hung out until 12pm (Noon for those not to smart ones out there), then him and his friends left to go see his dad before he left town. I went to sleep for a couple hours then they come back over and Chris left Kenny, who is extremely fucking weird, to go get Ryan from the mall.

Anyway, I just ended up driving me, Kenny and Twyla out to Stagecoach to meet them out there.

Another guy I went to high school with was throwing a party out there, so we all showed up and were confronted by the stupidest ditzy girls I have ever known. Finally around midnight we were through with that shit and we took back off to Chris' dads house and sat in the jacuzzi(sp?) from then until 6:30am, talking about the past and going delerious together.

I don't know. It was fuckin great to get away from stress for a weekend.

Now I've been back at home, my friend Sean came and kicked it for a little while last night and that's about all that's been going on besides trying to find another job.

I lead a full life, don't I?

Eh, bite me.

-n0fx