So Lebron James owed me a dollar, and he gave me 75 cents. I asked for the last 25 and he told me he didn't have a fourth quarter.
I was supposed to start P90X today. Instead, I slept in two extra hours, smoked a ciggy wiggy, and took a shower.
Birthday seems a little uninspired. I'd prefer not to get one for a girlfriend, as those can be a little fickle. Family members are out because my parents probably aren't going to even like the idea of a tattoo. I won't be getting a tattoo until I think of the perfect one, whether that be when I turn 18 in a few weeks or when I turn 28. But I suppose I could compromise. I'll get that tattoo so long as you get one that says "Tattoos are stupid, but I ironically got this tattoo so people would think i'm clever".