I don't think I can handle all the emotions

First off, this argyle socks shit has got to stop. Nobody cares about your goddamn socks or you sweater, especially your father. Next thing is Wiley is a little fuck and should have his ass handed to him next time he comes around. On second thought, that will just make him cry some more and God knows we don't need any more of that.

On a lighter note, weather was hot as hell today. 102 with 60% humidity. I say fuck that. Drank a whole shitload of beer last night at a pizza place that didn't even bother to card (I love America). Work sucks but I am doing as little as humanly possible and still have no problem keeping my job (again, I love America). Good day to all tomorrow and I will be sending everyone a pair of regular, white, cotton socks for the love of God....