WHEE!! Well I was gonna have trouble coming up with something to rant about, but no more! I just got off the phone with my mother, who told me that although it's ok for me to go to MY FUCKING HOUSE (no matter what the title says, it's my house dammit) and meet Joe there, I can't hang around all night and sleep there cause her asshole boyfriend has decided to pull another heartless bullshit maneuver and not go to Thanksgiving with her. And I'm supposed to be the heartless one for requesting food be brought to me at work by her while it's "snowing" (nothing more than flurries, and the woman learned to drive in Aroostook county, so bite me jackass). Which means my other plan of staying there until midnight, getting my friend Kim home, and then crashing there, ain't gonna work! Wahoo! Evidently I'm not allowed to sleep in MY FUCKING HOUSE! YAHOO!
    Alright, I had to get that off my chest. Feel a bit better now. I'll come up with something, I always do. The problem is where the hell am I gonna do something? I mean I'm officially out of houses to do stuff in the the greater Portland area. Joe's house is a mess, Sam/Tad's house is a mess. My house is off limits, and the whole point of this is to NOT go to Kim's house.
    Fucking asshole self centered prick. Fuck, if my mother kicked the bitch out I'D cover his fucking part of the bills dammit! Yea! That's it! I got it! MWAHAHAHA! NEW FIENDISH PLAN IN THE MAKING! WHOO!
    Nah, better not. My plans never work out. This is just proof of it. My plan for tomorrow was to hang with Joe, watch Big Money Hu$tla$ with him, then go to the mall and buy some decent clothes, then hang out with him and Kim before he took off for something better. Fuck that. Now I gotta be CREATIVE. Dammit. This all started with Dan, now none of my plans work.
    Oh yea, for all you little hoodlums out there, start prank calling 207-767-4998 from the hours of 9 AM to 4 PM. I'd appreciate it. Teach that bitch not to fuck with Fred, cause Fred has an evil side.