I've never understood Thanksgiving, and I probably never will.
I'm going to my Grandma's a little later, after I pick up my cousin from the Skate Park (whenever he calls...) so we can eat. Supposedly we're eating at 3...who knows.
I put too much mousse in my hair, now it looks greasy. Mother. Fucker.
I'm bored. I need Zack here to entertain me.
Toodles.
