My Dad won't tell me where he's going ever and then gets mad when I don't tell him where I'm going. That's fucked. I'm never telling him again. I'm just saying, "Out."

Where is my Greg? I got to see him today in his shirt an' tie. Ooo he looked so cute

Donovan was hitting on me really obviously.

That asshole dropped me off an hour and a half early, because he had "dinner" and picked me up half an hour late and speeded home like a madman, then rushed back out to the bar

Shithead