Campfire? I feel like a fcking arsonist right now! You should see the wild eyed looks and gas tank strapped to my back with duct tape! Damn! Maybe I could even learn how to be one of those arrogant jerks at the bars that all of the women are googoo eyed over. I don't get it.
I've finally got the insurance all wrinkled out and have been calling therapists. Ironically, I keep getting answering services, machines and messages. But hey, I've got my Paxil and tequila coctails!
