hi. i just got home. my gramma decided to freak out at me because we sat in the car for an hour talking. because "someone could break into the house then."

fuck you.

honestly. nobody's gonna break into the house with 2 people sitting in a car right infront of it. at least not through the front door. i'm really pissed off about this.

and its not like this is last summer when i came home at 4 am drunk out of my tree every night either. technically i could've been home right after dark. instead we played pool. and then more pool. and then i won the last game. and it was fun.

i am so insanely tired though. last night we hung out on whyte ave (i drove!!! wooot for me!) at a pub called honest mur's. kareokee rocks by the way. especially when you don't really give a rats you know what about how good you are.

in other news, my old "breeding grounds" (as we decided to call them - we being the old "crew") is closed. yes folks, nashvilles, where i pounced many guys, was equally pounced on, annnd where i drank many a drink that i don't remember, is officially closed. they will be renaming this bar into something else, it will cease to be such a fun place for line dancing, because its almost guaranteed to turn into something like the joint, which is fun occasionally, however i'm going to miss nashvilles.

except for the fact the last time i went there (at least a few months ago) we walked in, danced one song, and turned around and walked out.

its just the matter of the fact.

anyways. i'm going to bed now.

music: depeche mode - one caress