Happy turkey day. I'm so fucking hungover right now that I'm pretty sure the sight of thanksgiving dinner might make me puke all over grandma.

If I did something silly like tell you that I was leaving to go to the diner... let you wait in the parking lot... and then just forgot to come out and meet you I truly apologize. Please understand that the combination of Soco and lime, countless Bud Lights, and the Coors Light 40 oz. that I drank and seeing people that I otherwise would've thought dead was just a bit too much for my little head to handle. I'm pretty sure that I remember falsely telling Kelly Henry that that she was one of the coolest people that I'd ever met and sending shots over to a girl with braces just because I thought it'd be funny to send shots over to a girl with braces... ? *

Jersey has its faults, that's for damn sure... but from where I'm sitting, facing the "where am I going to start my life?" decision... I don't think there'd be any other place I'd rather do it. While that might not happen, I enjoy knowing that if it did I'd be among good people. --