dancedancekill

we were on our way to lunch yesterday. caley was driving with jamie in the passanger seat and matt, cody, and i tightly fitted in the backseat. i had my head down on my lap because the top was down and for some reason the wind was really drying my eyes out. the next thing i know the car is shaking and i ram my head into caleys seat. i hear 'ohh my god! ohh my god!' and i look up to see that we rear end the car in front of us so hard that the hood of that car went under the jeep in front of it. things were bad and still are. i dont really want to get into details. lets just leave it at hoping caleys insurance will pay for it all and her license wont get revoked.
im getting so sick of work. the hours are just completely shitty. no, its not that im not getting enough hours its just i work hours to where i cant do anything. i was really looking forward to seeing TERROR may 1st but would you fucking believe that i work that whole sunday. what the fuck man? anyway, im not going to complain.
donald owes me cool things. i owe donald money. lets make this deal, doooonald.
its just too bad i cant get to xanga. not being able to is really the only reason im updating this.