Ok so I had to edit a bit of my last post b/c all of you fuckers (all 3 of you) have familys and shit and feel the need to celebrate thanksgiving by NOT going to see the Johnny Cash movie.

Fine.

But I'm not bitter, oh no, far be it from me to hold grudges or anything like that.

After all.....I am a bit richer after last night's trip to Tunica. Even though I have a wanker of a headache b/c Casinos smell like ass and I had two drunk British limeys hanging over my shoulder for a while yelling in my ear and then had to sleep in Adam's car (and apparently I snored) and woke up--just missing the sunrise--at about 6.30 between Batesville and Oxford. But, my mom wasn't panicked and just told me she was wondering whether she should look for me but since the police hadn't called then I must be OK.

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Sorry, I'm not trying to ramble all like Faulkner and shit....I'm just bored and trying to spice it up a bit and sound like I'm going crazy.