The dark has become so overwhelming.

I fail.

But at least I've realised that I fail instead of not posting for two months and posting a 789,456,123 page blog about what's happened inbetween that time.

Currently:
Bobby is downstairs with a sickness. What it is, I couldn't tell you. All I know is that the probability that he caught it from Sir Douche himself is very likely. Christina spent the weekend again.

Friday: At this moment, I don't recall anything about it... I think the school day was pants though. Jesi came over and we had affection time; it was lovely. Christina came over and.. well, I'm drawing a blank again. I don't think we did much.

Yesterday: Woke up early to drag me arse over to the church to work, only to get there and discover Sir Douch has, yet again, failed us. Suprise? Not at all. I spent most of the day selling hot dogs to hungry bargain hunters and lending a Hispanic woman my phone. The highlights of that day are as follows: riding a children's bike while holding a parasail, walking around in a bikini (over my clothes) and watching the chortling customers, and grabbing everything decent to wear that Christina and I could fit in a bag. We then went to the pool for roughly half an hour then frantically showered and got dressed, like hipster kids. We then proceded to drive all the way to Chesapeake to go to Five Guys; the resturant was amused at out attire. I fixed a relationship and advanced my own, then fell asleep after talking about sex and listening to hxc music.

Today: Bobby - sick. Christina - laying on my bed reading as I type. Myself - sitting here blogging and texting while wearing a shirt long enough to be a skank dress.

Christina and I may go tan later; we've realized that we can use flour and foundation.

I'm attempting to download from www.strikegently.com again. I have complete optimism that it will work, but my luck it will just be another fail.

Auf Wiedersehen.