Choices Choices
So I didn’t go to breezy today. My parent’s are coming, and I can either wave over a years worth of debouchary in their face when they come over to clean out my stuff when I’m a corpse.
Or I can definately get killed by them when they come over on christmas.
Tough call. Amberleigh is still txting me, I’m going to have to save my definate mutilation and murder in the cold wet sands of queens for Christmas night.
