Yesterday was my mom's birthday. Happy birthday, mom! We'll all pretend it's your 30th instead of that other 2-digit number. We went to Chili's, which was rather nice.
I'm pretty sure there's a requirement to be gorgeous if you want to waitress there. Just an observation.
The carnival was alright, by the way. We had fun, we danced, we played charades. The weekend was great, but I got into a fight with Breanna that pretty much bugged me all night. I don't really like getting into details about her, she is honestly not worth the drama. No one is. I think, from now one, I'm dropping out of every single fight I'm in. I'm not angry, I'm not holding a grudge. If you're going to be an asshole, it shows what you are. Now that that's settled, I'd like to go ahead and sulk.
I'm literally in so many disagreements with people it's a wonder how I don't get jumped every waking moment of my life. It's fine, though.
I'm fine. Just [Tired].
Really.
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