I love my life.
I love my friends.
I love my voice today. It is probably more due to lack of sleep and excessive alcohol, but it's quite low and a bit raspy.
I wrestled last night (and remembered!) And it was lovely. I have some battle wounds, which is fun. Lay around all day long nursing the hangover. Fat Jack's is god.
My arm hair is darker.
My parents come tomorrow. I don't know if I should wear pants or shorts. I don't know if I should pack. Should I show off my tattoos? Does any of this even matter?
I need to cut my hair again tonight. My parents have never seen this hairstyle, regardless of the fact that I had it for about 5 months not long back. It might be a topic of conversation.
That one boy comes in 10 days. I could not be more excited.