Back home

I'm not mad right now. I'm home, back in Tallahassee, Florida. Don't have anything to rant about. Hanging out with old friends, actin' an ass in a hot sweaty ass club, playing with my old fat ass dog, annoying my little sister, seeing my old truck(even though it doesn't drive any more). All this means is that when I get back to Texas I'm gonna be pissed about everything except for the fact that I get to drive my car. I'm gonna get off the plane and be like " Fuck , the air just touched me" Expect some seriously angry rants after tuesday.(I get back to Texas on Teusday afternoon.)