:\ Gibbed

Bad-status.

First off, no more talking with Danielle. She pulled the plug with good reason so I have to wait things out. I'm confident that in a year I'll still be on her mind, so I'm not worried. I just have to keep praying and hoping that she's the one for me. We'll see.

Tonight I had some people over to my house to have some drinks. Nothing new for a Thursday night. However, tonight, Dave clogged my toilet and didn't tell anyone. After this, Britney had to drop a duke and freaked out because it wouldn't flush. She proceeded to call Mike into the bathroom to help her. Mike started trying to walk her through it, and this in turn woke up my parents. Luckily, drunken Dave was outside making sure he didn't have to puke. My mom comes in and says "Who's in the bathroom? You guys need to keep it down." Oh shit. Bad things. Omens of darkness abound. I play damage control but mommy dearest catches a glimpse of the drinks on the stand up table-jiggy. "Are those a bunch of drinks?" She inquires. "Yeah mom, but just for me and Mike and Kevin. We're all of age." I respond. "No Daniel. This isn't happening anymore." Oh shit. Bad fucking omens.

Dave stumbles inside. "HAHA. I didn't fuckin' barf out there at least." And I look at him with mild rage on my face. Not from him but because my mom came in. No knowledge for her of Dave being there is a plus. Fucking loud noises woke up my parents though, and I'm going to eat shit in the morning. Knowing this, my patience grows thin, and I am about to snap at shit that doesn't need snapping at. Quinn and Kevin play damage control for me, on my shoulders telling me it'll be alright like the little angel and devil that whisper in your ear sometimes. You know... A conscience?

I frantically begin cleaning, knowing full well how chewed out I'll be tomorrow. I begin to hide the evidence, praying that they wont check the recycling bin. If they do, I'm fucking boned. 12 Guinness, 2 bottles of Liquor, 1 bottle of straight Vodka, and other questionable things. The toilet is clogged, there are remnants of snot barf somewhere in the vicinity of my house, and bad shit is just happening every which way.

I'm boned. Gibbed one might even say.

And all this after I take the news that I don't get to talk to my Ebony anymore :\

Today was a bad day off.

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