Right now,

I'm sitting in Zachs house on his laptop. I'm sitting next to TAYLORD and he's drinking a fresca. But he REALLY wants me to say that he's drinking "jeager bambz" and I don't know why. ):
He scares me.
If I weren't in his life, he'd be a raging alcoholic.
I can tell he's going to grow up as a broken man since he tortures animals in his back yard. A baby bird fell from his tree and he BURNT IT ON FIRE. ): Seriously, it was sick.
Isn't that a trait of a serial killer? I hope that I make it past 24 years old with out him slitting my throat while I garden in our house. He jokes about it. He wakes me up in the night when he calls me to make sure I'm "in my bed and in the dark and alone." Why would he do that? Any ideas?

Anyways, now he read what I was saying and he PUNCHED the ground. Really hard. Like, no, REALLY hard. Like, when you fall down and hit your nose, that's hard, but he hit it HARDER. ): I think it was a warning. Like when gorillas punch the ground when they feel scared and pissed off. Taylor, I guess, is a pissed off ape. I hope he doesn't hurt me again. I've cried all my tears away.

I just wish we still had our Red Ships of Spain. Oh pirate.

BUT today, I went to work, did nothing, got off and picked up Taylor from the street. (He forgot where he was again and I had to look for clues of where he was like on blues clues. I found 3 foot prints and finally found him hunched over a fire hydrant crying with his pants down and various sizes of bird shit all over him.) Then I took him home, got him a shower and then Zach came over.
THEN WE WERE TRICKED TO GO SEE JEZE.
And soon got bored watching her brothers get massaged by naked indonesian women.
So now, like I said before, I'm at Zachs.
Today is gonna SUCK I just know it.
Also, IM FUCKING SICK OF MICHAEL JACKSON SHIT, HE WAS A FUCK.