junkyrunnindry

I feel like an anvil was just lifted off of my chest. Last night, I was feeling down because of the southbound turn my life had quickly taken. So instead of going out, I put on some silk pajamas (hey stop laughing asshole, they're comfotable, and anything that Hugh Hefner wears is not gay), put a record, lit some candles, and polished off a few bottles of red wine (if I hadn't been so shitfaced I totally would have done me). I woke up feeling not too bad, and by the end of the day, all my problems had been resolved. My dad called and told me that he was going to buy my mom a new car soon anyways and I can buy her old car for next to nothing. Then I got a call from Vegas. My drunken transgressions will only cost me $500 instead of the possible $1500, and the door is wide open for me to begin my civil suit against the casino in Vegas. And I doubted the justice system...well, it probably just got lucky on this one. Even quicker than the time it took for my life to go to shit, it was redeemed. Yup, things are lookin up for me...