I have no reason to believe I give off any time of horrible friend shit to any of my friends unless they have done something to me directly or indirectly and by the way you might as well start leaving your name cause I know who you are. If you feel I have done something to you that's your problem to come to me with. Talking shit is your problem.

Anyway, The other day I had to call 911 because I thought my dad was having a heart attack I spent all night in the emergency room and only to find out they didnt know what was wrong with him. Then a couple days ago I had to call the doctor and she told me to call 911 again. He went back in they still dont know whats wrong with him. They said he has an infection in his lungs they 'think'. They're checking to see of its cancerous but it takes 3 weeks. The most we know is and from what my dad tells me. He tells me he doesnt feel like he has much longer either. so yeah, there is the news I have.

I got a job at bogarts being a waitress working my way up to bartending. I will be making an average of 100$ a night in tips so I dont mind. My family needs the money.

Song listening to/stuck in head: Pennywise "Fuck Authority"